Verveland


The streets were heavy and tired, aged by the monotony of industry. The concrete wore the marks of everyday weariness. The sodium light buzzing on was the only cue that day turning to night.

This cycle was a reflection of the machinized repetition of production. There are mechanisms of escape hiding in the thick fog, maybe only captured in a blink of an eye. Identity. Fame. Religion. Indulgence. Violence. Vanity. Isolation. Romance. Mystery.

Set against the bleak atmosphere these desires are manufactured, syncronized to the echo of industry, but following an un-predictable randomness. This controlled chaos leaves open the possibilty for spontaneity and unexpected connections. The constant flux highlights the absurdity of city growth and human nature.

Has the manufacturing of desires rendered them obsolete? By opening up a flexible platform for play, is there still a need for escape?