paper is like the net
Manifesto
I love paper, the touch, the delicacy of it. It has a memory unlike any other form. If you fold it, it will remember, if you spill something, it absorbs it. Any act upon its surface remains. It will not lie to you. It just is. And yet, paper is ephemeral. Too much sunlight it will turn on you, yellow an angry protest to its condition. Stored improperly, the edges will deteriorate at an astonishing rate. It is not permanent, does not pretend to be. To work on paper is to work on eventual nothingness.
I think my love of paper, it essence, the memory, the fragility and the eventual disintegration are also why I love net art pieces. They share the same soul.
When something is put on the web, a version always remains, the memory of it stays.It also absorbs, much like paper. Net art can absorb viruses, spills of code. The access to the work of net art, is fragile, it is dependant upon outside influences; power, web browser, site traffic. much like paper is dependant on its environment for survival. And the speed with which works rise and fall in popularity on the web, creates a eventual meaninglessness, a nothingness made up of ones and zeros.
The ones and zeros, alternating binary forms remind me of the alternating cross patterns of paper fiber. Still, there is nothing like holding something in your hand, especially when that thing is paper. I love the ephemeral nature of paper, although I hold it, I know eventually one day it will be dust. And for net art, although I access it, I don't really believe that a hundred years from now it will still be there. Perhaps my skepticism comes from my generation. We grew up as computers were beginning, but we remember a time before a time when the tactile world ruled.
I think my love of paper, it essence, the memory, the fragility and the eventual disintegration are also why I love net art pieces. They share the same soul.
When something is put on the web, a version always remains, the memory of it stays.It also absorbs, much like paper. Net art can absorb viruses, spills of code. The access to the work of net art, is fragile, it is dependant upon outside influences; power, web browser, site traffic. much like paper is dependant on its environment for survival. And the speed with which works rise and fall in popularity on the web, creates a eventual meaninglessness, a nothingness made up of ones and zeros.
The ones and zeros, alternating binary forms remind me of the alternating cross patterns of paper fiber. Still, there is nothing like holding something in your hand, especially when that thing is paper. I love the ephemeral nature of paper, although I hold it, I know eventually one day it will be dust. And for net art, although I access it, I don't really believe that a hundred years from now it will still be there. Perhaps my skepticism comes from my generation. We grew up as computers were beginning, but we remember a time before a time when the tactile world ruled.
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