As more people participated, patterns began to appear across the collective landscape.
Certain emotions clustered together while others remained sparse. What stood out was how much of what people expressed carried weight: worry, grief, unease. A strong thread of negativity ran through the archive. Maybe it reflects the ambient anxiety of global political and economic instability. Or maybe it is simply how human memory works, tending to record what troubles us more readily than what brings ease. The pattern felt like a mood portrait of the people who passed through that space at that particular time.
The role of AI in all of this was never about objectivity. I used an unaltered, not specifically trained large language model, and I was fully aware of what that means. Where a human reader brings personal bias, the model brings statistical bias: vast, averaged, and shaped by the accumulated texture of human expression. Neither is neutral.
What became interesting was not which reading was more accurate, but where the discrepancy between what someone felt and what the system decided sat, and what the person chose to do with that gap.
This is what I find most compelling about the installation in retrospect. It is neither fully human nor fully algorithmic. The AI contributes a reading no single person could produce, drawn from an accumulation too large for any individual to hold. But the human hand comes back in through the painting, and neither half completes the other so much as each one complicates it.

K. Danse, ETERNITY. Photo Credits: Jean-Marc Matos + deep AI.
Emotional meaning does not live in the classification.
Looking ahead, I think of Emotional Planet as something still unfinished, in the best sense. What interests me most now is how the emotional landscape might differ across different cities and cultures. The same installation in different locations could reveal how collective emotional tendencies shift depending on where people are and what they are living through, whether the matrix tilts toward different territories, whether the blobs get painted differently. I believe they would. Those differences might tell us something real about how people in different places are perceiving the world right now.
What I want to keep resisting is the reduction of emotion to data. The installation uses classification and structure, but emotional meaning does not live in the classification outcome. It lives in the gaps between what was felt, what was written, how the machine read it, and what the person made with their hands afterward. That chain never resolves cleanly, and perhaps it should not. The work exists precisely in that instability.