Time could literally kill you suspended from the ceiling like that. Death by numbers aside, it seems almost Orwellian. At least you’ll always know what time it is while you plug away at work, always looking up at the ever present glow and march of time. Time which also gives the room a cold foreboding glow. It was commissioned by the NYC gallery, Artists Space.
Maybe it’s just me, but I would just keep looking up at the ceiling, feeling like a lone french fry under a heat lamp giving off no heat. Then I’d notice the almost total lack of humanity in this room. I’d watch the time go by, bored to tears. Play with a few USB gadgets…Then I would promptly jump out the window into real daylight.