A lot of reading and writing this summer brought me to a conclusion I've always known: paranoia of technology runs in my family! Mostly as a joke, but it underlines a general distrust of the loss of privacy and the autonomy of the individual. This type of humor is embodied in the video I made of my dad's voicemails:
What does this mean for my second year of graduate school? That I am going to let this skepticism of technology into my artwork. As of now, it's taking a "writing on the wall" feeling. I am covering the walls of my studio with painting and drawing, I'll add some lights and wires later. Here's an image:
As of now I'm just letting myself go free. The overarching aesthetic is the image of man bent, increasingly more and more, looking into a device which shines into his face.