We would like to inform you about the following virtual exhibition.
The Biennale shows works by 13 artists from different nations on the digital St. Mark's Square in Venice. The virtual environment lets the visitor feel an abstract closeness to the exhibits, which would not be able to be experienced in the physical exhibition space. The various media of the different positions experience a self-contained form through their digitization, which emphasizes the visual and facilitates associative references n the works. The self-contained, empty room, with the high walls, refers to the quarantine in your own four walls, but at the same time breaks it and opens up a view of the endless possibilities of the starry sky.
Opening: January 28, 2021 online until March 11th, 2021
Aeneas Wankelmuth, Motong Huang, Hyundeok Hwang, Philipp Sajnovits, Max James, Maximilian Helk, Daniel Neumann, Ray Moore, Francesco Pavia, Julie Legouez, Götz Schramm, Martin Reznik.
Where Fiction meets reality.
Welcome, dear User, to the Year 3000...or like 2022...
....or any other year in the future.....
Venice has been submerged in the sea, and now it’s in space for some reason.
But in Virtual Venice, it’s carnival season...
Global Warming + Coronavirus have wiped out the earth’s population!
Computers jolted wide awake abruptly reconstruct the nuts and bolts of civilized creation
and simulate empirically the pinnacle of culture:
The pinteresting pictures of paintings and sculptures known as the Venetian Art Fair...
Now you can digitally park there!
From deep within the circuit womb the world entombed was now reborn
Art was forged by Artificial Intelligentsia sworn
To groom and grow the seed into a sprout into a sapling, then a swarm around the central hive
The A.I. keeps the dream alive
Unearths the hidden gems dreamt up and polished by exterminated dreamers
Schemes and scenes unseen by human beings
Resurrected lost reflections gleaned
From memories and manuscripts manipulated by the mind of the Machine
Facsimiles, the mimicry of dimly lit canals
That run through the annals of history
The honorable honorees at the Biennale whispering hysterically
The password to the mystery of disenchanted Time
Entwined, entangled in the power lines of the Sublime
That long ago short-circuited
The Times New Roman ruins lurking in the murky swamp of the millennial romp
The stomped-out victims of the pomp and circumstances,
Their status updated to mere statistic static --what are the chances?
The firmament refinanced and the fruit grew rancid...
No harm in farming content for want of constant clicks
Encrypted in the ether of a theater of microchips
Observers of the server serve with fabricated fervour
The lagoon was lagging while San Marco Polo danced and played a solo, since the soylent simps, castrati chimps synthesized from sim cards and cellphone-parts and stem cells and the insipid soup of simple syrup that so sadly and so sweetly seeps the Serenissima in serpentine subpoenas, streams and streaming services submerge and slowly sink the swimming school of sold-out sinners and subscribers so they slink away into sedated silence or else sympathize with serendipitous surprise upon learning the news that some muse or a mermaid used to murmur sermons in German to the learnèd Herman Hess, or is Thomas Mann the man I’m thinking of who pizzagated Venice?
But anyways I do digress, you must excuse it all
I must confess I’ve hardly done my best
To stimulate the heart and mind like Chess: the Musical
I’ve made my move, I’ve done my part, I’ve done my time: let the computer do the rest!
So never mind the explanation and behold this Art as part of your eternal surf on the web of lies.
--by A.I.TM ©ArtIndustry2021
Opening Night in quarantine Modus 😂
We are trying to create a Virtual Space for the visibility of Digital Art 3DArt and Fine Art