Category: remote locale
In-grid has moved out of the gallery and into your homes. We have ceased to be a weekend destination, and demand attention through pings and pushes.
We have been dispersed into cells, embedded in I-frames. We are distanced social animals, mingling through digital platforms and apparatus not fit for purpose. A flow of images pouring in through windows and under doors. Digging our heels in, bracing as it rushed through, what connections can anchor us in this virtual currency, and where can we safely situate them. How can we still stay linked if not hyperlinked, not to be flown into the cosmic winds of the virtual landscape? What does it mean to hang on with no anticipation of touch?