You are the performance now
"You Are the Performance Now" unfolds as a lament and a séance for the modern self—that fractured being who no longer walks through the world, but performs it, endlessly, compulsively, for the unblinking gaze of lenses we ourselves have hungered for
The stage is everywhere. The audience is no one, "Perform or vanish."
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Beneath this pink glow, you are both priest and sacrifice. The lens sees you—hungrily, patiently—its black pupil open like a well.
You step inside the frame not to be witnessed, but to become witness to yourself. Every gesture here is a confession. Every glance is a vow.

The work suggests: the moment you’re recorded, you join this endless loop. The vintage footage isn’t the past—it’s a preview of how you’ll be remembered: fragmented, contextless, and endlessly replayed for someone else’s gaze.
When you stand in front of it, you see yourself in the cameras, but surrounded by these ghosts, it’s unclear whether you’re the observer or the observed.

The pink feels soft, safe.
It isn’t.
Every step is tracked—where you go, how you move, how long you linger.
At the end, you will see it all: your path, your rhythm, your performance.
You’ve been on stage since you arrived.
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This section of the exhibition consists of a maze constructed from non-functional CCTV cameras mounted above live monitors. Each screen displays the real-time feed from another camera in the maze, creating an endless loop of surveillance imagery. The installation demonstrates how surveillance systems create the perception of being watched through psychological cues rather than actual monitoring. The pink lighting and ozone smell enhance the artificial, constructed nature of this experience.

A pink-tinted chapel where a CCTV camera mounted on a gilded altar serves as the "priest," its lens reflecting visitors like a mechanical eye of judgment. The space merges religious ritual with surveillance aesthetics, using sensors to create an automated, impersonal form of worship. When visitors breathe heavily near the altar, vents release an artificial "holy smoke"—a blend of ozone (mimicking the electric scent of overheating electronics) and synthetic frankincense (cold, metallic, devoid of organic warmth).