My Dataism Story
Just like every morning for the past too-many years I would grab my phone, turn off my 6AM alarm and immediately check email.
I'd watch the "hamster wheel" while waiting for my inbox to refresh. I knew that I had just a few more seconds before the day ahead was revealed.
12 new emails marked urgent. My mind starts waking and absorbing as many details as possible in a single glance.
An immediate request for a password from someone in Barcelona is now five hours old. My eyes finally adjust to the light.
A strange note about the website server (please don’t let the server be down again.) I quickly reach over to get my laptop off the nightstand careful not to strain a back muscle.
By 6:02, I verified the website alert was a false alarm and delivered the password to our Spanish partner with an apology for the delay.
3mins. and 33secs. later i finished my Facebook obligations by choosing whether to like, comment, click, view, vote, or accept.
Time to "start" the day.
Showering with TV cable news acting as background noise, I absorb facts such as number of casualties, rush hour commute times, chance of precipitation and an endless list of side-effects from drug commercials.
6:15am, out the door and on the way to my local coffee shop there are billboards, sandwich board signs and telephone-pole flyers all vying for my attention. Logos. SALE! 1 night only.
A fast-talking pitchman interrupts Rihanna on my "free" streaming music app. Buzz!—my watch vibrates—only 5% of my daily step goal. Buzz!—this time my watch reminds me to breathe.
software upgrade notifications.
an “i sent u a voicemail” text from my Mom.
3 missed calls.
dinner with husband.
110% goal achieved.
12:34AM. "Hey Siri, set an alarm for 6am."
I want to visualize Dataism.
I'm fascinated by the amount of data human beings are exposed to on a daily basis and I want to capture what that looks like.
By combining typography and the human figure to create mixed-media pieces, my intention is to explore answers to: how do we process the constant, bombardment of data? how do we respond to it? when do we relish in an abundance of data? how do we cope with data overload? how do we coexist with dataism?
With my art, I invite the viewer to stop and look at the individual letters, the juxtaposition of the surrounding letters that form personal-meaning words, and ultimately, how these new words tell their unique story.
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