When I joined the FutureEverything Fault Lines programme, I had a reasonably clear direction of travel in terms of what I was exploring (along with a little bit of impostor syndrome, but that’s another blog post entirely). My work was almost wholly focused on our perceptions of the technology that pervades our existences, which took the form of a lot of exploratory live digital performance and, increasingly, a strand of work focusing on encryption, privacy and surveillance – as part of this I had an RFID chip implanted into my hand, among other things.
Things didn’t work out quite as I’d planned, however. A few months after the programme began, my trajectory in life was altered completely when my younger brother Martyn was killed in the Manchester Arena terror attack. In the short term aftermath of course, everything had just stopped – the experience was complicated and difficult and extraordinarily intense, and my work went on instant hiatus as I, my family, and the city, began to deal with what had happened.