TEARS ON MY PILLOW from Claire Sophie on Vimeo.

A man goes to see a doctor. Doctor asks what seems to be the trouble. The man says, “Doc, I’m depressed. Simply, I can’t sleep sometimes, I can’t eat, I feel down and irritable most days. I just can’t feel ‘happy.'”

The Doctor says, “I’ve got the perfect fix for you. In town tonight is the great clown Pagliacci. He’s hysterically funny and will make you laugh till you cry. You will experience a joy unprecedented.”

The man bursts into tears. The doctor, confused asks why. “Doc, I am Pagliacci.”

Electronic instruments allow for a unparalleled level of potency.

However, their power is often is misguided and lost within layers and layers of application.

Tools that were created to connect users, often cause users to craft an image that strain the rift of disconnect, spiraling into depression.

Our product simplifies the cluttered process and allows users to cry into a pillow to directly support an unfeeling avatar.

Hopefully this candid approach can serve either as an apt metaphor for a lost generation, or a wake up call to end the self-fueling fire of emotional detachment and sadness.

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BETRAYAL BOT! takes trust as its input, and returns betrayal as a result. The robot will ask for your phone under the pretense of charging it — all will appear as normal until you try to take your phone back. That’s when BETRAYAL BOT! springs into action: he’ll immediately drive away as fast as he can, taking your phone with him while leaving all sense of safety behind. BETRAYAL BOT! is your best friend and your worst nightmare.

To live an impulse

I would stretch my pulse

Extent my hand

To any length

To the length that grows,

Which keeps me sick

And feeds me poison

Between doses

Of sweet relief

That which destroys

Is best left alone

Spinning the crank on Impulse Box provides a release from its incessant, cacophonous noise, but with each rotation, you charge the battery keeping it running.

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The object looks much like a simple set of old fashioned chimes. But there are no chimes, only strings. In complete stillness, it hums contentedly; but when the strings move and let light into its insides, it intones like a set of chimes. Light chimes.

Light sensors in its cap send information to a brain in the striker. At intervals, it picks a pitch which corresponds to the number of sensors exposed to light. The resulting sound is hollow and electronic, and changes abruptly.

Sequence 01 from Meng Shi on Vimeo.

Hold the Sonic Gun up to your ear, pull the trigger, and hope you survive. The Sonic Roulette plays on humanities’ risk taking values, disregard for noise pollution, and the physical repercussions of sound.

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