Flow My Tears by Bob Bicknell-Knight featuring new artists to Daata: Shamus Clisset, Stine Deja, Bex Ilsley, Rustan Söderling, Thomas Yeomans along with Jonathan Monaghan and Jillian Mayer,
A plane soars overhead, you lift your head, watching the chemtrails dissipate against the dusty red sky. It’s only condensation, apparently, or that’s what Wikipedia says. Either way, who worries about chemtrails anymore? If they wanted to infect the city they’d have done it already, and wouldn’t have thrown around the kind of coin that fuels jets to do it. Much cheaper to develop an app, hiring a small team of web developers would be far more effective. Better yet, why not set up a Kickstarter or start a GoFundMe, market it as something they need, something they can’t live without. Then who else can they blame but themselves?
You zoom in, switch to infrared and close your eyes, logging into the apparatus of digital pathways and virtual connections that enables you to navigate past the wall. An artificial blockade, developed by them to keep you out, away from the heat of the fire and fast flowing data streams.
Later, lying in the dust of your family home, black and white swatches infiltrate your eyelids, sulking in the midnight air, waiting for a pair of unregistered eyeballs to hover over them, activating the ad, earning revenue and a meagre amount of FiatCoin.
Flow My Tears is an exhibition of new and previous works by several national and international artists, including Shamus Clisset, Stine Deja, Bex Ilsley, Jillian Mayer, Jonathan Monaghan, Rustan Söderling and Thomas Yeomans. The videos and moving images are predominantly digital in nature, created using animation software and 3D scanning techniques, concerning ideas surrounding the cyborg body, conspiracy theories, ideological differences and enhanced memory mechanisms. The exhibition takes its name from the 1974 novel by Philip K Dick, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said. Set within a dystopian police state where a totalitarian government has complete authority, controlling its population through vapid entertainment, material reward, and 24/7 surveillance, the book is a parable about loneliness and dissatisfaction within our hyper-consumerist world.