Sebastien Noel (bio)
troika

I woke up this morning swimming in a dense data smog. Your picture was immaterially floating around me. I imagine the thousands of connections, the millions of invisible cables entangling me and the reality I perceive.

Will walls remember my name? Will fridges chat up TVs while other objects syndicate themselves and organise their revolution? With time, our electronic love-children grew smarter. They already have a rich vocabulary. They think and dream.

Electric brainwaves. Organic signals. Bluetooth monologues and wireless fantasy.

As their physicality slips into the electromagnetic realm, their behaviours become all the more human. Nothing new, just another step to the magical.