Alternative Alphabets debuted as an 8-week long research study in the 2016 Exhibition "RE:", held at the Phyllis-Straus Gallery, Florida State University. 

This series showcases three alphabets created by the crossbreeding of technological and human languages. These languages adopt conventions from both computational binary and English writing systems. Through an intensive transcription process, three pieces of text were excerpted and translated into alphabets constructed from Barcode, Emission Spectra, and Board Circuitry.

The source texts for this project investigate the nature of creation, as well as the relationship between man and machine. Alternative Alphabets complicates language as understood by humans with the language understood by machines, ultimately conceiving a hybrid that can be understood by neither, or both.




"Dr P., on the other hand, functioned precisely as a machine functions. It wasn’t merely that he displayed the same indifference to the visual world as a computer but—even more strikingly—he construed the world as a computer construes it, by means of key features and schematic relationships...

Of course, the brain is a machine and a computer—everything in classical neurology is correct. But our mental processes, which constitute our being and life, are not just abstract and mechanical, but personal, as well—and, as such, involve not just classifying and categorising, but continual judging and feeling also. If this is missing, we become computer-like, as Dr P. was. And, by the same token, if we delete feeling and judging, the personal, from the cognitive sciences, we reduce them to something... defective... and we reduce our apprehension of the concrete and real."

- Oliver Sacks, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat






"In the beginning God created the heavens and

the earth.


Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.


And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.


God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.


God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day[...] 


And God saw that it was good."

- Genesis 1:1 - 1:10




"The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.

One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.

Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.


Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"




Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.


Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken [technician] ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.


All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.


All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.


But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.


A timeless interval was spent in doing that.


And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.


But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question.


No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.


For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.


The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.




And there was light----

- Isaac Asimov, 'The Last Question'