An artificially generated TV show, an eerie dream after a late-night doom scroll, or perhaps something even more uncanny.

 

11 3 8 7 is a performance inspired by the lavish fantasies we fabricate online and their conflicting relation with the increasingly hostile reality around us. It fills the eyes with polished imagery, yet the packaging is hollow. Behind the glossy appearance of its fictional avatars lurks an unsettling atmosphere almost impossible to grasp. Like wandering alone through a deserted shopping mall, it haunts its viewers with the chills of a cold, manufactured absence.