it started out simply enough, pounding the pavement between here and there, a chance to get out of our too-bright-white lecture and computer room out into the fresh air we usually only breath through a slit in the ceiling. we were looking for surveillance cameras--never realizing that they're everywhere. eyes. protecting the cars, protecting the people eating in cafes, protecting the new currency, protecting the escalators, protecting the bank. watched by a security guard in a room with twenty different gray-scale monitors, twenty different events taking place before him. does he look at porno mags or does he watch intently for 8 hours on end--on a power trip, a blue-collar detective? the face behind the eye staring at us from above the mister cash ATM, from the corners of entrances, on street corners, watching the candy isle of a night shop, sending us a bill in the mail for traffic violations, keeping a record on us. it's not to watch now, but to have in the even of...not now, but later.

Part of our "training" at SintLukas brings in different working artists and non-profits organizations from around Brussels and from around this region. For me, this particular "workshop" dealt with the word network. My predefined definition of network was based on computers talking to other computers which becoming an infrastructure in which information is easily shared. But after spending a week with the odd lot of people we had thrown at us, the word network became much more. Networks of people (networking information), networks of websites, networks of information, even networks of surveillance. Hence the pictures at the top of the page. More links will follow. Stay tuned.