The Pollen and the Algorithm: Staying Present When Everything Accelerates

Every morning, from early spring through summer, Wolfgang Laib goes into the fields near his home in southern Germany with a small glass jar and a fine-mesh sieve. He collects pollen: dandelion, hazel, pine, moss, buttercup. He collects a few grams at a time, jar by jar, year after year, over decades. In time, what he collects, he then brings it inside, patiently sifting it across the floor of a gallery, into vast, glowing rectangles of yellow. Several metres of pure, accumulated slowness.