"The film features a man whose face you never see. He is shifting in a chair in a living room. It looks like he's trying to get comfortable, trying to feel at home, trying to act out the obviousness of the artist's metaphor. Nothing else is obvious—everything is encrypted. The man is wearing a shirt with a grid pattern on it. Colored lines crawl across the grid in three colors, which correspond to the three colors of the printed note cards. Sounds attached to each color play when the lines appear. The note cards say "endless 'IF'ing," "routine goodjobbing," and "healthy fizzing," and the lines are like visual chants of the color-coordinated words. There's a system here, this is all choreographed, but we don't know what the system is, and trying to figure it out is like trying to discern the obscured logic of someone else's house."

-Jen Graves, The Stranger

" A plump, red bowling ball falls suddenly onto a gold velvet cushion with a dull thud. The incessant hum of a refrigerator is interrupted by the sizzling fizz of an Alka-Seltzer in a glass shot at comically close range. Subtle synchronicities of color and jarring shifts in scale constantly shuffle our level of intimacy we are permitted with the scene we are invited to take part in."

-Emily Pothast, Translinguistic Other