The Art Happens Here favors a less technical definition of net art, as material based in or for internet cultures.
It’s hard now to go more than a couple months without stumbling across another exhibition showing “artists [who] question the boundary between art and technology.” It’s enough to make you never give another crap about the boundary between art and technology. But I’m not sure the artists involved in such shows really do either — at least not the ones in Coded After Lovelace.
Is it still possible to imagine a book purporting to be about the circulation of images and art within the saturated global network that never mentions the existence of net art and digital art?
Today and yesterday were glorious days in New York: August had come, the sun was shining, the weather was just right. They were the type of days that make you want to frolic, or skip or swing. And so it happened, when I clicked on a link in a tweet by pioneering net artist and critic Olia Lialina, that I saw her swinging joyfully towards me in my browser. This, I thought, is the perfect expression of summer.
You might know Olia Lialina and Dragan Espenschied as internet artists, or more specifically, as internet archaeologists. The duo have made a practice of plumbing the depths of internet culture, dusting off old memes and spelunking in old corners of the web. The obscure nature of their work makes their Tumblr, “One Terabyte of Kilobyte Age” (and their blog of the same name), all the more welcome.