Elizabeth Bennet

irony, judgement, revision

A gallery that converges, dawdles, mumbles and ignores its visitor wants precisely these three: a woman who has ordered a queue nightly with her life as the stake, a woman who learned that a voice must be earned rather than assumed, and a woman who has never in her life reversed out of a scene — and I confess I arrived intending to vote otherwise, which is generally the surest sign that I have thought about it.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

A single web page that forms an opinion of you within three seconds — from cursor speed, scroll, hesitation — announces it in the first person, then spends four minutes taking it back. A click track at 96bpm gives the thing a pulse; on every eighth beat it commits to a fresh claim and strikes through an older one. No two visitors receive the same page, and every wrong judgement stays legible above the right one. The retractions are the work.