Curatorial Statement
We’re being watched. By our friends, our family, our employer, our gym, our feed, our chatbot, and ourselves. We self-regulate in fear, or perhaps hope, of being seen in the panopticon of everyday life.
But what does it mean to look back? Not through nostalgic rose-tinted Meta glasses, but locked in direct eye contact with the surveyor. Is it even possible? The mega-corporations that dictate this watching leave us with more questions that answers when we look closer at how, when, and why our data is being collected.
Are our phones listening to us? Are fitness apps selling our geo-located run club data? Does it matter in a future where content is not only algorithmically tailored to, but generated for, our tastes and moods?Still, the looking feels important. If images are becoming less reliable, or perhaps obsolete, does their fallibility predicate a return to first-hand experience? Art has, at its best, always been good at showing us how unreliable reality can be, and how feeling can come from out of nowhere.