Numbers in a computer: this is all we are.
We all have them. Social security, driving license, passport, current account, credit card, VAT number. They reduce us to a singular form. I do not deny their need, but embarking on this flight and needing to check my bag, I was nothing more than Seat 28E for the airline. Ticket I, put them in your suitcase and take this plane in the air! It makes me think of migration. About refugees, people without these "numbers" that eventually become statistics.
Chiara reminds us in the most mechanical moments, we still have colors, we have those stamps in our passports, the experiences of being alive that a computer will never be able to capture. Even if the barcode or numbers are in the center of the painting, they are surrounded by much more.
People. Emotions. Unable to replicate. One of a kind.
