The fuel of post-internet art is a nonphysical, virtual, form, suspended in the cloud, beautifully sounding ‘simulacrum’. Artists driven by an online baroque puke works that they want to materialize.
There is talk about the risk of internet addiction. At the moment of receiving information about subsequent private messages,likes for example on Facebook or on Instagram, the hormone reward - dopamine - is secreted in the homo sapiens organism. Man can not consciously control its release like the reflex of breathing or heartbeat. We like dopamine, we want more it. It's addicting. It seems that we are doomed to being victims of the Internet, which gives us the pleasure of dematerializing the picture, detaching from the reality that we can touch, moving away from the human body, and thus dehumanizing.
And yet, despite the view of the powerlessness of a modern man condemned to hyper-reality something happens that is not foreseen in science fiction books, where robots are bad, and people are good. The end of man was foreseen, because it would be replaced by machines that would evolve, for some reason disliking a man would start killing him. However, this did not frighten homo sapiens in technological development. There was no technology company got frightened by the terrifying science fiction descriptions, none of them shut down ort slow down in development. Around us there are constantly generating new technological creations which we can name obots, virtual systems, simulacra made in the likeness of people or realities.
Why do we allow it?
The self-controlling mechanism is activated. What does it mean? When we are stressed by excess work, we have an ulcer on our stomach, we slow down. When we have mania after 4 months, depression spontaneously occurs, which inhibits hyperactivity. When we injure people around us, they are self-reluctant.
Modern artists equipped with sensitivity react faster than super-intelligent robots. Their self-control mechanism is faster. There are groups of people who are motivated to analyze what they are looking at. There are structures, divisions, portals, or whatever, to organize and control. The expanding pictorial chaos of the Internet, the virtual trash is cleaned. The desire to digitize, transfer the physical world to virtuality is exhausted, slows down, and is replaced by 'new materialization'. Artists are no longer excited by another tablet, an attempt to digitally save any image 'because I can'. They want to move something that is valuable to them, which they naturally get bored to the material reality.
As an artist, as a person born in times of the Internet, I do not share my life before and after the Internet. For me the internet cloud is a collection of what I like and what is unnecessary. With incredible speed I can reject what is not cool. Intuitively I dislike and unsubscribe. I decide whether the 'creation of the Internet' should remain in the cloud or not. I evolved to live with the Internet. In addition, I intuitively take from the cloud what I want and transfer to the physical world. I can analyze and choose from meanings, or dress in new ones. I control what I want to look at myself. My self-control mechanism makes me a painting painter.
"Sky, not spirit, do they change, those who cross the sea". Perhaps I will not become a better person, but I will change the image of the world around me. I feel that even for a moment I can confront my enemy, tame it, break the myth of the executioner, stop being a victim and become a controlling subject, a concrete one, a creator, change the world.
The boundary between self-control and becoming a victim is thin but noticeable to me. It is fascinating for me.
I have my own simulacrum, which can pass this boundary - the frame of virtuality. LEDA has an infinite number of lives like a character from computer games. LEDA was born not to fight with the Internet only to build bridges between what is virtual and material. The LEDA's adventure in the cloud will cause a bright interval in the dehumanization. LEDA wants to be a mystic. LEDA is my exaggerated alterego, my inner queen drama, a collection of makeups from the subconscious and the superconscious. Look at LEDA! LEDA speaks to you 'hello world'! LEDA is my reflection in the mirror.
Wow amazing clip! Shocking end