The sleepless cyberspace is oneiric; the dream of technocrats unfolds in speed. An old dream comes true, and a world once again comes to an end. The collision of technology with life renders the once deceptive dream more real than the real. We are all haunted by a dream and are all in it. But, what do we dream of herein? The Dream exhibition brings together twelve global non-binary and women artists to share their versions of dreams and dreaming within dreamy cyberspace.

The 12 international New Media artists Agora Digital Art has brought together under this unreal dome are:

Curator’s words

Dr Işıl Ezgi Çelik | November 2022

Dreams don’t exist. Still, it’s all a dream. We’re all sleepless, all hyper-woke and dreaming. When does a dream start, and where does it end? Aren’t dreams real, or, is waking life made of dreams? Am I awake? Am I dreaming? Whose dream am I in? You know, we could have closed the door and slept like the others, despite the cities engulfed by the fires. At dawn, we could have watched the dream drape the mind like a fog, descending on mutants frozen by the smoke. In the end, aren’t the dreams to forget what we can’t remember and to remember what we can’t forget? This is the Möbius loop, the unfathomable sleep closing in on waking life. I am asleep, awake; I am in a dream. The vision of a new world ruled by technocrats crippled the consciousness of the old one through two devastating wars. Surrealists retreated into the dreams to gaze at and praise them for the knowledge hidden in their maze. Dreams are deceptive and illusory. They are the sleeping vision and soliloquies of the mind. Dreams are desires, they are to desire for all. Dreams are deceptions that come true. The poet had warned: “Life is not a dream. Beware! Beware! Beware!” Nobody is asleep; yet one and all are captured by a dream. The philosopher had warned: “Beware of the dreams of others, for if you are caught in their dreams, you are doomed.”