Originally Published in GlassTire August 2020
Artists have always had to contend with popular media. Sometimes the dynamic is symbiotic, other times antagonistic. Art often requires physical boundaries - galleries, theaters, concert halls - in order to be properly contextualized. But opportunities for physical exhibitions and events are largely nonexistent during a pandemic. Social media can seem the best way to get your work to a public. But is it?
Artists cultivate and rely on rich internal worlds, robust machineries of meaning making. It takes time, isolation, and is often fragile. Social media makes us porous, distracted, diffuse. It encourages us to frame our work within conventions of platform specific discourse, to repeat patterns and repost cliche’s in exchange for attention. The arts have commercial and social pressures no different than any other field: marketability, timeliness, etc. Social media amplifies and distorts these issues, and adds its own demands.
It’s like making art with PowerPoint. A few have done it, conscious of and exploiting the limitations and cliches, but mostly everything just looks like PowerPoint. Same with social media - everything looks like social media. You are one among the endless stream along with the meme of the week and someone’s new puppy. Speaking of puppies, a number of years back I posted a found photo of a puppy that wasn’t mine and labeled it “new puppy!” It received more likes and comments than anything I had posted to date, and took less than a minute to “make” and post. Creative and research projects that took weeks or months and hundreds of hours couldn’t compete. Fake puppy defeated them all.
Oscar Wilde said that a writer - and I would add every kind of artist - is “someone who has taught his mind to misbehave.” There are no ways in which using social media is avant- garde, unless we come at it fully obliquely, from the outskirts, beneath or around its social and political assumptions and emotional reductionism. Successful, or even merely acceptable posts, exist within a range of evolving trends. Social media rewards you for coloring within lines drawn by others. Likes and reposts are awarded to the conventional - even if the convention is but hours or days old. A truly avant-garde post would generally garner minimal response. It doesn’t compute. It’s not part of the conversation, and outside the bounds of what we might call an Overton Window of social media.
Over the years I made a series of critical media art projects that went directly at the assumptions of social media and the internet in general. But critiques that were once controversial are now commonly acknowledged, and we continue to participate. We know that Facebook is a data inhaling advertising platform, for example, and that all 2.6 billion users are the product. We know it was a key enabler in the 2016 election, and it’s happening again. We know it is propelled by propaganda, influence campaigns, bots, and thrives on conspiracies, anger, and outrage.
So how do our considered, sensitive, thoughtful, posts about our life’s work fit in this context? A delicate drawing; an honest, wrenching poem? Not to worry, nearly 50,000 Facebook employees are on it. The drawing is analyzed with computer vision and AI and the poem is parsed and correlated with advertising profiles. As Marc Andreessen said, software eats everything – which today means AI is doing the chewing. All posts feed the machine, further enriching Zuckerberg and @Jack and ByteDance. Our art is happily eaten and digested by algorithms.
Another early approach, shared with a few others several years ago, was to flood my data stream with false information; to pollute and obfuscate my online identity to the point of complete unreliability to those who would exploit it. But now the internet thrives on falsity, and we elect our leaders in no small measure because of it. Obsequiousness and self dealing are de rigueur. It’s an ouroboros of ungrounded, vacuous attention. And then there's that painting with your soul spilled all over it. Are these places we should even be?
So where to go, what to do? We might learn something from the K-pop fans and Tiktok users who successfully leveraged their networks to pollute data collection efforts by the Trump campaign (reserved tickets) and Dallas police (protest videos). This kind of strategic, timely approach cleverly exploits the amplifying effects of social media platforms. It is targeted, specific, and uses the power of networks rather than being used by them.
But “coordinated inauthentic behavior,” as Facebook calls it, cuts both ways. We may applaud one effort and be bitten by another one scroll later. And most art is not made for the network, we just want the network effects of distribution and interaction for our existing projects. But as with physical spaces, we decide how and if we want to engage, and have to consider how our ideas are recontextualized, used, and what ethical conditions are introduced. Imagine placing your work, or holding an event, in, say, a megachurch, a Waffle House, or a major bank. These are easy to get your head around, and simple decisions to make. But the internet?
The question is what kind of dialogue we want between our work and social media platforms, and how symbiotic or dissonant it is. Would your art be better, worse, or not exist without social media? If we were to design an interaction model between our work and our public from scratch, would it look like any existing social media platform? Would we remap the axes of tension, redefine connections, rethink community? Artists are always breaking the traditional structures and roles of venue / creator / viewer. Taking an oblique, critical angle on our social media use might be a start at remapping our engagement with it.
In the end is it about the work we have created, or is it about all the things we’ve liked, meals we’ve had, faces we’ve made, and memes we’ve reposted? What will we remember? Or rather, what will Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, TikTok and whatever else remember for us? Will it be a body of work with occasional sprinkles of personal detail, or simply sprinkles?