About

Silver Obscura started as field notes from a year inside artificial intelligence — teaching it, training it, watching it eat the room.

What came out was a set of monochrome conceptual images, each holding one observation about how things actually feel right now: the carnival of agents that don’t quite work, the platform economy with its concealed exit, a stadium of writers gone quiet. Nothing in the frames is metaphor — the disclaimers on the highway are already machine-written.

The works hang in two burnt rooms. Plate I looks at technology in general. Plate II, Human Captured, sits with the CAPTCHA ritual and the small unpaid labour of proving yourself human to a machine that has already decided.

Both rooms are still smoking. Empty frames are not oversights — they are where the next works will hang.

The cybersecurity tales — the written part — live at Cyber Obscura.

Pandanus Reach, Northern Territory