You are the dataset

This is an idea for an installation. It does not exist, I’m not a full time artist to be honest, and I am writing it down mostly so it stays an idea for a piece and does not quietly become a product somewhere. Products like this one should not exist. As art, maybe it has to. The piece, in one line: a room that learns you. You walk in alone. There is a chair, a screen, and a field that asks for your email address. You type it. Then you wait while the room builds a model out of everything you ever left on the public internet, and at the end you sit down and talk to it. Photo by 0xk on Unsplash. The email is the whole consent form An email address is the most boring key we own. It is also the key to almost everything we have published in our lives: the accounts, the photos, the comments, the recoveries of the recoveries. We type it everywhere without thinking, ten times a day, into boxes that promise us a discount or a download. The installation takes that gesture seriously. One field,…