By travelling, the perception of the reality gets disturbed. It blurs the conscious… making one lose control of time and mindfulness. The penance is the punishment: all the guilty need time to reflect, a change of course to recover the necessary livelihood, which they need in order to place their feet back on earth.

Labyrinth vs. Panopticon (confusion vs. control)

In the center of the panopticon there is nothing

The remainder space is a labyrinth, a disfigured panopticon

Everybody can see and be seen by the others

Seven prototypes of people, whom in some ways are the outcome of the uncertainty crisis we live in, are being judged.

They will be launched to an one-year expedition that follows the coordinate 78º14’00.51”N 360º from east to west. A floating prison which takes away the liberty of those who have abused it and re-educates. It forces its users to reflect through a spatial sense of the cells: a long corridor for walking and thinking, through evolving spatial strips which emit messages of sensibilisation, through awareness, the uncertainness of the unknown, the uncontrolled and the lack of communication…