Tropical Technologist
In the archipelago, technology swells at every extreme. All matters are now in service of machines: land, sea, body, mind. The Filipino is a weather machine.
In the archipelago, technology swells at every extreme. All matters are now in service of machines: land, sea, body, mind. The Filipino is a weather machine.
Only when Elsa dies, reassuming the position of Christ, does she become the passive, Virgin receptacle once more.
On personal sites, poetic software, and the people keeping the web handmade — a love letter to the spaces that resist the monoculture of the internet.
In Mary's appearance, the feminine body becomes a miracle. In an apparition, the unseen becomes seen.
I think of myself like I think of a website. At any moment, I am remaking my name and what it means.
On networked worlds — how artists build universes that live across websites, games, and performances.
A website is an act of demanding space for yourself and the people you love and constantly tending that space.
The sound had filled the room and then it filled me and then it told me all I needed to know.