artistic note
I am usually a man of many words, but this project led me to use little, both by choice and necessity. I therefore challenge myself to do the same as I archive this work to which I dedicated countless hours, most spent in silence. Words will never truly convey what I hope they could say.
As an endeavor, this piece is a reflection of my four years as a student of theater.
As a performance, it is a conversation between technology and man.
As a personal experience, it is a better understanding of what makes me who I am.
It took me half a year to realize that this is a personal story. But it's a personal story that I see everywhere, hidden in the fluorescent light of rooms with closed doors, or shadowed by the brightness of smartphone screens. It's a story about words or the absence thereof. It's a story about fear, about loneliness, about fighting with oneself. I am not criticizing technology. But like fire, it has sparked a change in the way we operate, in the way we think, in the way we exist. It has simplified myriad activities and it has questioned our understanding of what it means to be "social" beings. Text, audio, image, video; a constant stream of information, sent, read, recorded, seen, archived.
I therefore offer up a question to which I have no simple answer.