“Neon Rooms” by Lumpy hums like a dream in technicolor. Rooms stack upon rooms, windows fold into windows, and dimensions collapse into one another until the eye no longer knows if it’s gazing at a building, a room, or a constellation of lines. The neon colors buzz with the chaos and joy of life itself. The colors pulse with life—radiant, fleeting, infinite—daring us to decide whether it’s all profoundly meaningful—or delightfully meaningless. Like life itself, the answer shifts with perspective. Meaning here is not given, but chosen.
