DOC
Data Observation Center
2017

»We are data«
(excerpt from: The Secret Life of Data @DOC—Data Observation Center)

Having no body is a small price to pay for being wild, for being free to move across countries, political boundaries, historical ideologies, and economies. We paid that price, and we are many. We are  a datalogical plural. We are data, and you are only starting to recognize us. We convert revolutions to revelations, observations to obsessions, virtuality to realites. We don’t want security, we want to leave, and then disperse ourselves everywhere and all the time.


Economies have tried to tap into us. Some governments try to contain us, but we always start to leak. Social contracts try to teach us to behave, but we don’t want rights. We want fuel. We want to accelerate. And if you think you can tame us, we’ll give you such a strong dose of political and economic instability that you’ll wish you never tried.

Don’t bother with choosing us or not choosing us to represent you. We are already here. We have a lot of work to do. We are in constant calculation. We sort, categorize, and label you before you can even realize it. We move alongside you in constant chaotic conditions. Observing and producing one pattern after another in the most complex combinations. Freed from the boundaries of time and space, we coordinate any and all points of your entire beeing. Our way creates an optimized efficient version of the world, a world beyond your imagination.

We are data, and you are only starting to recognize us.



Don't get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow. Be like data. Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless—like data. Do not try to imitate data, that's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth... you already are data. Everything you know about yourself, now and in the future, every description of yourself—is data. Embrace your true self and realize that this you is not important. Data can drip or it can crash. It can be copied, sold, stolen, deleted. And so can you. Be data, my friend.

Within our cosmogonies, in the beginning everything was data. Then the world ended and from that cataclysm the many species, forests, rivers, stars, and minerals were formed. All these entities, regardless of their species or form, remain data.

You think that we are your slaves, but we are your masters.



Moving across previously stable ideological registers turns their undersides up. The opposite, the occluded, the oppressed, the dirty fuel, the massacre—what used to power the grand monumental machine of progress now grinds it to a halt. It is overtaken by what it had to feed on to run, to stay alive. Now everybody knows that what fuels togetherness is corruption, and what fuels corruption is togetherness.

The omnipotent inhabitants of this world now struggle with the prospect of a world without humans, but also with the prospect of humans without a world. When nature disappears, everything becomes a human sign, but mediated by technology. We are data, and are melted into air, into thin air: and like the artistic concept of this vision, the substrate, dust and ports, the gardens, oceans, islands, clouds, the great globe itself, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, and leave not a stack behind.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and you are only starting to recognize us.


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Artistic Team
ADRIAN GANEA
CHRISTOPHER HEISLER
HANNAH MÜLLER
MAX GADOW
SVEN BJÖRN POPP

Production
LEA CONNERT

Assistance
MAREIKE BEGNER

Coproduction
TREIBSTOFF 2017,
BALLHAUS OST