A reflection on everyday intimacy as it is increasingly experienced– trapped within the confines of drawn curtains, behind a shut bedroom door, and through the glow of a screen.
Of all entrapments, none is more familiar and comforting than the bedroom— a haven from the chaos of the world and cushioned prison of existential dread and self-imposed recluse.
A seductive solitude, it operates as a chamber of private thoughts, luring us away from everyday life with the temptation of distraction and withdrawal. Through the facade of online and bed-bound intimacy, Bed Death explores the experience of spending too much time alone in bed, trapped between the physical and online realms, searching for comfort in hopeless places.
Using domestic objects and discarded technology, I examine how everyday life is increasingly intertwined with non-corporeal realities through cyberspace, an all consuming portal and mirrored illusion where true connection fades, and we drift unseen, unheld, unaccountable. Exposing the internet-driven culture of performance, self-presentation, and identity– I look to dissect our relationship with it– critiquing how technology not only shapes our environment but also blurs the line between human experience and artificial constructs in the digital age.