Juan Downey’s work is a lot things—interactive sculptures, hand drawn spreadsheets, happenings that combined audience, dancers and physical sculpture—but for me it is time travel. Maybe it’s the rack of old school light bulbs? Maybe it’s the rough cut chipboard they are mounted behind? Maybe it is their painfully slow reaction time, but when you walk into a room full of Juan Downey’s works, you will, if you were there first time around, be transported into an analogue world.
