Die ihr den Ewigen liebt, hasst das Böse

Inside a joinery-crafted cabinet of olive wood stands a dead bonsai. Above it, at irregular intervals, a real electrical arc discharges, produced by a concealed Tesla coil. The sequence unfolds according to a stochastic score of buildup, burst, and decay.

The tree is dead before the first strike reaches it. Repetition alters nothing in its condition and can alter nothing further. Attention shifts from the event to the apparatus that sustains it, and to the cabinet that determines what becomes visible and under which conditions. Its hand-charred interior and grounded copper mesh enclose the apparatus while maintaining its distance from the viewer.

The title quotes Psalm 97:10, an ethical demand set beside a machine that manufactures the appearance of revelation but cannot answer.