When the gold starts to breathe, when its lungs inflate and deflate, our senses are thrown into overdrive as we try to understand the living heap.

When the gold starts to breathe, as if its lungs inflate and deflate, our senses are thrown into overdrive as we try to understand the living heap. This supposedly inanimate object gets passers-by to pause in wonder… The golden being becomes our friendly companion; it transforms an empty space to a shared one.
Where technology supposedly dehumanizes our environment, in Sleeping Gold it has quite the opposite effect.