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Miris is an exploration at the intersection of geological time and digital ephemerality. We study the patterns that emerge when data decays — when transmission errors become their own form of communication, and broken signals carry more meaning than clean ones.
Founded on the principle that interference is information, miris.xyz operates as a research collective mapping the boundary between signal and noise, between the geological record and the digital archive.
A long-term study encoding seismic data from the Mid-Atlantic Ridge into visual patterns. Raw accelerometer feeds are translated into procedural geometries, revealing the hidden rhythms of tectonic motion. Each output is a unique trace — an unrepeatable moment of geological speech rendered in light.
An investigation into how digital storage media degrade over decades. Hard drives recovered from decommissioned weather stations across Northern Europe are read sector-by-sector, their corrupted data visualized as stratigraphic cross-sections. The errors tell stories the original data never could.
Mapping electromagnetic interference patterns across volcanic landscapes. Field recordings from Iceland, the Azores, and Kamchatka are processed into topographic visualizations where signal noise becomes terrain. The resulting maps chart an invisible geography — the electromagnetic landscape beneath the physical one.
We have been taught that noise is the enemy of signal — that corruption destroys information, that errors are failures. But consider the geological record: every fossil is a corruption of organic matter, every mineral a crystallized error in the cooling of magma. The most enduring information in the universe is encoded not in pristine data but in beautiful degradation.
The glitch is not a malfunction. It is the moment when a system reveals its own materiality — when the medium becomes visible through the message. A displaced pixel is a confession: the machine admitting it is made of matter, subject to the same entropy as basalt and bone.
Miris exists in this liminal frequency. We do not correct errors; we read them. We do not filter noise; we translate it. Every broken transmission is a new language waiting to be decoded, every fault line a sentence written in the grammar of deep time.