The Player, The Friend and the Fool-
synthetic humans- digital relationships
Threads Residency - July 2018
The out of synch dancer of words..
The musician with a half-finished tune
The forgetful writer…
The blinded fool of admiration, the regretful belief in a walking machine.
The system is malfunctioning - looking over to the sliding door, there are flashing lights of luminous red.
There is a feeling, a sense of such where you predict the next words that appear from a mouth. The next few seconds become hours, a pool in which you wait. A whirling mixture of hope with the constant whirring and preparation of disappointment. There is no award for being right, no gratification..