Sirens: Secret Passkeys & Portals
The brief was a room full of components that had no business working together. Getting all of it to coexist and behave was the job. It does.
Impossible is a starting point.
↓You have an idea. Maybe you've already been told it can't be done. Maybe you haven't asked anyone yet because you already know what they'll say.
I'm the person you call anyway.
For nearly a decade I've kept Meow Wolf's House of Eternal Return running - not by having every answer, but by refusing to stop until I find one. I work across the full range: interactive lighting, projection environments, sensor systems, animatronics, custom fabrication. If it plugs in, moves, responds, or glows, it's probably in my wheelhouse.
I'm not an agency. Not a software house. Not a firm. I'm one person with a very deep bag of tricks and a genuine problem with being told something isn't possible.
The brief was a room full of components that had no business working together. Getting all of it to coexist and behave was the job. It does.
The job was to make the tech disappear into the art. If you noticed the hardware, we did it wrong.
The brief was: make the crystals respond to people. Everything after that was engineering. The system that exists now tracks visitors across the full space and drives nine universes of LEDs in real time. It knows where you are. It noticed when you moved.
The room needed to feel like a real transaction. Presence, offering, response. The technology underneath it is completely invisible, which is exactly the point. If you noticed the tech, we did it wrong.
The mirrors were supposed to make people feel watched. They do. Nobody asks how. That's the job.
The room needed to feel lived-in and analog. It runs on anything but. Making those two things true at the same time was the job.
The artist wanted dome projection. Full sphere. No room in the budget for an off-the-shelf solution, and no off-the-shelf solution that would have fit anyway. We figured it out from first principles, built what the space required, and it's been running ever since.
I grew up in Roswell, New Mexico. I still live close enough to the desert that I can hear it at night.
I've spent the better part of a decade keeping things alive that probably shouldn't work - running on custom solutions, lateral thinking, and a deep suspicion of the word "impossible." High Lonesome is what I do outside the House.