This is (not) a safe space!

Hubert x Proces Verbaal x Kopzorgen_026

This one is for the datists, the online nomads, the scroll whisperers, the cloud seekers, the dystopian doom thinkers, the algorithmic self-help guides, the Wi-Fi walkers and the eternal 'GPT, what do I do with my life?' ‐questioners.

In this bioptic zone, you enter a space where private does not remain private and the public shows itself in its most everyday form. Here ordinary acts are raised to poetry: enlarged, disproportionated, shifted of scale and meaning.

You are both observer and observed. Your breathing, your micro-doubts, your gaze that lingers just too long - everything is read as if it were part of a larger system that moves under your skin.

Behavior here arises not only under authority, but under the soft, almost inaudible pressure of social resonance: the whispering confirmation, the subtle rejection, the collective wave of expectations.

We fish for words in space; every expression becomes a signal, every silence a sign. The work touches on a form of shared control that arises when everyone joins each other at a depth that you do not see, but do feel.

It explores the boundaries of personal space: a touch that does not happen but is present, a gaze that does not cross but still lingers in the atmosphere.

This is a door to a temporary zone in which I and We influence each other, in which the boundary between private and public dissolves, and in which the undercurrents of social structures become visible, or palpable, or audible, or measurable...

Exactly how that experience takes shape remains open.

The space can still tilt, shift, react, transform.

You determine how the observation becomes visible, how the poetry arises, how the system breathes.

Installation by Proces Verbaal x Kopzorgen_026