Audrey Samson

A device holding a veil of water with a microchip inside the water.

Mass surveillance is reality. Data fornicates, replicating at quantum speeds, multiplying our traces, sold to the highest bidder or even leaked for free. Selfies, email archives, twitter posts, likes, places, late night chat logs, health insurance records, bank statements, search histories… all those bits of identity, involuntarily immortalized as personality profiles in corporate server farms.

Whisper. If only it could melt away… proposes digital data funerals in which data is physically degraded, leaving no readable trace, only empty casings. It is a poetic gesture, a symbolic act, for what is already uploaded to the cloud is out of our control.

Bring us your data, we will put it to rest.


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