Laura Alesci

Laura Alesci: TLCI work with and within existing urban infrastructures, informa­tional systems and devices.Participating in and entering into dia­logue with systems that normally I am not a part of, I seek to make use of them beyond their established capacity. Through question­ing their function, I destabilize their position of authority and viewpoint within society and investigate the potential in changing their relationship to an individual.

In all my projects there is a need to formulate a reciprocal rec­ognition between systems and myself. My work process involves meeting these systems halfway, allowing for an exchange to occur between them and myself. Within this exchange there is potential for a new contract, relationship, or entity to emerge and develop within the framework of systems of authority and control.

Please Watch Over Me

Chih Hao Yu

My journey of artistic exploration does not travel the path of physical object making. The resources on this earth are limited. Physical objects are easily seduced into commodification.


José Fernández Liermann

What we do not or cannot forget becomes a memory.

Memories are imprints of remainders of experiences. That is, memories are a loose archive of things we remember; a gathering of snippets of something that once was whole.

In a world of hyper-control, you would think that we would rely on something more perfect than memories to make judgements about the world and ourselves. But outside of history and science we happen to pass judgment based mostly on our feelings and whatever mythology speaks to us. This is the paradox of human progress. No technological advancement will change that. It will only add another layer of complexity to it all.

Cult of Cute

Samuel Galison

april fools

spring is like
nothing like
thunder like

air itself
is slender

the surface
of daybreak
of an act
not yet formed

on the grass
edges of

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I can’t help it: I love moments in which someone, somewhere, with the best of intentions, decides to explain the obvious.

There’s magic in motion just barely visible. Even cats know it: a foot moving under a blanket is far more enticing prey than either foot or blanket alone (though mine is apparently too smart for that – she’ll just go under the blanket and attack the source directly). That’s the pleasure of mystery: the sight of tendons moving under the back of your hand as you clench your fist hints at a hidden structure and logic beneath the surface. Complex emotional stories lie in the tension and bulk of muscles, leaving visible traces in the stretch and twist of the skin above.


Jane Long

Subjective Object

This collection of ideas isn’t “about science” or biotechnology or bio art as a cursory formal judgment would have you believe. It’s about wading into surface understandings of depths, trying to chase after this elusive sweet thing called subjectivity and the futility of trying to name the feeling of constantly having the rug being pulled from beneath your feet; of not being able to stop forming associations and recognizing patterns.

I am creating a brain itch that can be hilarious, absurd, and quietly uncomfortable, and can sometimes reveal our surface understandings of something.

Gideon Webster

I dug a hole in my backyard recently.

I live in an area that has a long history, which the landscape and the architecture reflect. I dug the hole in an unassuming spot in my yard that runs along my property line. I immediately encountered the roots of a nearby tree as I dug my hole. About ten inches into the earth’s surface I found a very old jar that was still intact, and two feet into the ground I found many old bricks.

The spot that I chose to dig my hole gave no sign of the things that I would encounter while digging, but the earth was holding those things just the same. I marveled at the roots of the tree because they seemed so alive, despite the tree’s appearance.

I was relieved when I discovered the jar was whole, and wondered how it had remained so despite my clumsy digging and decades of underground storage. And I found it odd that there were so many bricks so far beneath the ground that showed no indication of a previous building or structure. An eight-inch by eight-inch square of my yard holds hours worth of wonder beneath its crust. There are histories in the landscape, no matter what the scale or indicators of such histories.

The ground beneath our feet is alive and changing; it has a memory that exceeds any we can comprehend. It is sensitive to our most delicate touch.

Making the Path You Seek

Maralie Armstrong

I am part of a generation I call the “Great-grandchildren of the Machine.” This generation was raised in a post-industrial society witnessing the rise of the personal computer, subjected to synthesized top 40 hits and exposed to computer familiarization programs in primary school (1980’s).

The great grandchildren observed the cultural transition from analog to digital; the transition into the Information Age. We cling to our cassettes, LPs, and VHS collections while adopting Compact Discs, DVDs, and MP3s. While the machines we experience are different from the Futurists, the sentiment is similar.

Each generation makes instruments that aren’t yet recognized as instruments or performed in ways that are not traditional. We design idiosyncratic machines to assist the expression of robust human experiences.

Engendered Machines and Humanbeasts

Sophia Brueckner

I know that I’m a cyborg. I want to understand where the computer ends and I begin. Within my work, I use programming to investigate my relationship with the machine.

I purposefully exaggerate these cyborg effects by writing software that requires me to repeat the same interaction with the computer many times. Sometimes, it seems as if the computer and its code are becoming humanized. Sometimes, it seems as if my expressive signature as a human being has been subsumed into a strange feedback world within the machine.

Through my investiga­tions, I learn how my perceptions and identity are determined by my relationship with the computer. I am both commenting on and trying to break free of this enmeshment.

Enraptured && Encoded

Chih Hao Yu

I am trying to counteract the popular, under-considered, blinded, skewed, overly-simplified, overly individualistic so-called “maker mentality” that has trumped everything else in this institution—for teachers, students, administrators, and decision-makers alike.

Chih Hao Yu: experiments

I call for the restoration of balance between making and thinking. In order to generate sufficient momentum to tip the scale, extreme measures might be necessary. Namely, an over-emphasis on thinking over making.


Rocio Delaloye

We were connected to each other 24/7, and still so disconnected. The world we shared was silent, two-toned, and drab. Our words were clever and concise, but our real brilliance was still determined by a brightness setting.