Ana Benlloch

 

Science Fiction Double Feature

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so we were thinking about science and fiction and science fiction, and figured it’d be a good way to thrash out a bunch of ideas we had and get some other people to join in too, of course this was a while ago and now we’ve driven ourselves mad with it all, but we love science fiction even though we know it’s escapist and perpetuates the status-quo by giving us something outside of the everyday that we desire and then when we’re addicted they sell it back to us, and we’re too blinded to think about how little revolution there actually is in the future, but still, it was watching and reading those things that pumped up our imaginations so that we believed we could make something happen, and the lower the budget and the more cobbled together the sets, the more you see what’s really important, that everything is as true as we want to make it, and that the future doesn’t exist, so it’s all about now, the most outrageous plots and aliens are no more fiction than any gritty drama or politicians speech, and science is fiction anyway, it splits everything up into manageable pieces and makes things seem valid by using a method, but art and literature use methods too and no-one thinks they always tell the truth, science is always changing what it tells us: the world is going to be wiped out by a giant asteroid, no it’s alright we could destroy it in time, oh no we couldn’t, oh yes we could, some science accepts the uncertainty, the fuzziness of logic, but what’s always presented in the media is science as a solid, trustworthy authority, white coat = believe, its all acting, and it spreads into fiction, people trust the opinions of actors who play doctors more than those who play killers, and have you noticed how there’s all these programmes where it seems like they’re fiction but everyone talks like they’re real, as well as all the ones they admit are fakes, we’re all losing our boundaries between truth and fiction, which can be a good thing if you are aware of it, and make use of it, but sometimes it gets difficult and you find yourself caring more about who wins big brother than something really important like, like, see it’s getting difficult to say what’s important anymore, we’re getting our information about the world through media which we know are flawed, so we doubt everything and maybe that’s what they want, of course the idea of ‘they’ is another fiction, this conspiracy theory that those in authority are plotting how best to manipulate the masses, which is probably partially true, but as individuals they’re all as fucked up and self-obsessed as the rest of us, but we like to think there’s someone out there fucking with our heads so that we don’t have to face the fact that we’re fucking with our own heads, that we want to believe the lies and that’s why they work, even though we know it just makes us more likely to waste our lives and money if we identify with this film, this computer game, this book, this comic, this album, this computer, this mobile phone, we still do it, we’re still wired to project ourselves outside our bodies into stuff, use a bone, use a phone, and it’s very easy to imagine that art is immune from all this and we don’t have to watch for the same stories here, but of course that’s just wishful thinking and we’re just as likely to idealise our favourite artist as a rock star, believe that something is a good piece of art if we see it in a respected gallery in london, or think an organisation is professional if they produce an orderly, attractive web site.


1 October, 2003


Confessions of a Cyberaddict

cyberaddict1: I’ve been away a bit too long and I’m overeager to get back.  It always takes too long to connect, especially when I’m itchy like this.  Then I’m in and it’s like a warm bath.  Not the full womb immersion like you get in SF but it’ll do for now.  It doesn’t take long for me to forget my body, my hands moving unconsciously until my movement feels telekinetic.  I take care of some business, slipping inside my friends minds and planting messages that they’ll pick up later.  Then with my excuse for coming here over, I drift for a while, enjoying my invisibility, my freedom of movement.

cyberaddict2: Yeah, I always start researching something vaguely useful, but as link follows link, I’m soon out to sea, with no choice but to go further on, deeper down.  The choices seem random but something in my subconscious leads me to weirdness.  Strange sites and communities of people who could have spent their whole lives thinking they’re the only one, if it hadn’t been for this space, that flips and wormholes us together.

cyberaddict1: I always find myself wanting more.  I always want to make a connection.  I log into Chat under one of my false identities and look at what information I’ve got to picture others from.  All the usual ways of seizing someone up (appearance, voice etc. ) are stripped away, and I project enough when I have those.

cyberaddict2: Sure.  With nothing to go on but a carefully chosen pseudonym and profile, fantasy goes crazy.  From tiny clues I imagine identities to fit the names, a collage of people I know on the outside, stereotypes and my own desires.  I lurk, reading the conversations going on without me, watching how senders optimise self presentation, how receivers idealise senders.  I drift into and out of a few chat rooms, most are very cliquey, and it’s impossible to tell what people are talking about.  Strange references, mostly to present and not-present members of their group, become like poetry.

cyberaddict3: game synopsis is scant, yes, but I can work with it.
cyberaddict4: ep miff cam
cyberaddict3: lol
cyberaddict4: spots a miffsie
cyberaddict5: ish teasing huma with sweet chilli crisps
cyberaddict3: ty the tasmanian tiger
cyberaddict4: wb blade

cyberaddict1:
I float on, looking for somewhere I can fit in, with text that I can make sense of, and interact with.  I wonder whether anyone registers my presence as I enter a chat room, watch silently for a while then leave.  Was someone just about to talk to me?  Have they talked about me after I left?  Were they not saying anything interesting because I was there?

cyberaddict2: Yeah, this kind of space makes you paranoid, you know you can’t give too much information in case some kind of crazed stalker gets after you, so you watch everything you say.  This makes you feel as if everything you say is a lie, even if it’s something you really believe, and you get the guilts.  You also know other people are probably not being entirely honest, and if someone is saying everything you want to hear, they are probably trying to get you to do or feel something for their own purposes.  Also, because you get so little information about others, every detail achieves significance.  Chatters overreact to whatever is said, become attracted to someone from a few words of description, launch into a violent tirade after a slight disagreement, ‘laugh out loud’ at the slightest joke.  It doesn’t matter because you never have to face any consequences: you only have to leave the chatroom and everything is solved, you can even change your name and go back for more.

cyberaddict1: Do you ever go in those rooms that are like role-playing games?

cyberaddict2:  Yeah, the elaborate characters and systems of behaviour seem completely alien if you stumble into them.  Complicated introduction posts, coded actions and emotions, and out of character messages are all jumbled together.

cyberaddict6: makes her way to the bar tying back medium length chestnut hair
cyberaddict7: his tail squeezes hers as they rub together
cyberaddict6: smiles and takes a glass of wine “I’ll take a small portion of the beef”
cyberaddict8: enters w. a warm breeze
cyberaddict7: o O (nice pic Foxy)
cyberaddict9: the lights blow out the wind grows stronger the door breaks down a shadow walks through the door fire blazing behing him he stands…

cyberaddict1: It makes my head hurt after a while, and I have to move on.  When I find a room to stay in for a while, I find myself trying to analyse the other names in the box.  I try to imagine them all from their pseudonym, idly clicking for personal profiles if I’m intrigued, but they give little more away.  As I read the talk, I find myself putting people into categories: the type that (tries to lure others to disclose information / naively gives too much away  / controls the conversation to make up for inadequacies / is only interested in cybersex).  Some are not typing anything in the main area - are they just a silent watcher like me, or are they having a fascinating private conversation with someone?

cyberaddict2: I know.  Outside I try to treat everyone as an individual, but here I’m pre-judging habitually, thinking badly of people I’ll never meet, being drawn to people from the slightest connection.  I feel perfectly comfortable about doing all this, I’d usually feel self-conscious about observing people, but here I feel invisible, without inhibitions.  This is true even if someone starts to talk to me: I don’t feel as if I have to answer back, and if I choose to, I usually say more (whether it’s friendly or insulting) than I would in ‘real life’.  I feel safe, protected by a false name, unmeasurable distance, and the screen.  Complete freedom, complete lack of responsibility.

cyberaddict1: It’s like a dream that you can change and wake up from whenever you want.  It’d be perfect if only there wasn’t the nagging feeling that there’s probably something more useful I should be doing, that outside reality is actually more fulfilling, despite - no, because of - having to face up to my actions.  But, maybe in a little while, I’ll just check out one more chatroom…


30 March, 2003


Original Print?(extract)

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Excerpt from http://www.paintseoul.com/Report-21c-03.htm


22 March, 2003