Male synthetic resin bodies lean against walls and doors, flooded and simultaneously imprisoned by bright neon light. Elsewhere, an otherwise completely isolated figure drags light in the form of heavy bundles of fluorescent tubes behind it. Another one threatens to be almost killed by similarly glistening tubes. The protagonists are all in conflict with the light, but what kind of light is this? The light in Roig’s scenarios is not light that creates clarity. Rather, it is a light that dazzles rather than illuminates, that isolates rather than connects.

Roig says: “Today we live in an atmosphere filled with images, but the experience they produce has a low intensity. It is even more difficult today to give meaning to a picture. We are subject to light, a light that dissolves the boundaries of things, a white line between which everything moves.” The cold neon light is reminiscent of the light-based image flood of the digital revolution. Roig is about social and individual identity loss. Loneliness, perhaps as a consequence of a lack of direct communication. People can be seen, marked by the burden of light. Light is shown here as a burden, as an overuse of human senses, as the shadow side of an oversupply.