We Use Cookies

I accept cookies all the time.

Most of the time, I don't know exactly what I have agreed to. I click Accept All, the window disappears, and I continue.

The phrase has become almost invisible through repetition.

I became interested in the absurdity of the word itself. A cookie sounds harmless, familiar and almost comforting, while the digital object it describes can store information about how we move through online spaces.

For We Use Cookies, I returned the word to its literal form.

I made a series of clay cookies, marking their surfaces with zeros and ones. Digital information became physical: individual objects that could be seen, touched and held.

The invisible exchange behind a click became something with weight.