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“𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘊𝘶𝘵-𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴: 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴, 𝘻𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.” - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘶𝘣𝘺 /// 𝘙𝘶𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘵

Ruby Bailey’s 𝘛𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 materializes what 0nty, editor and co-author of "Dialogues on CoreCore and the Contemporary Online Avant-Garde", defines as Web Expressionism — a mode of internet-native art that centers not on depicting the web, but on expressing the emotional saturation of being shaped by it. The piece features a laser-cut steel panel paired with a set of reconfigurable vinyl magnets, each printed with fragments of Bailey’s image archive and digital detritus: sims figures, interface echoes, pixelated nature, selfie residues.

The piece invites tactile reconfiguration. Viewers are able to shift fragments across the cold industrial plane of the steel. With each arrangement, new variations of meaning emerge and dissolve — echoing Bailey’s broader interest in the unstable hover-state between online visibility and withdrawal.

For 0nty, Web Expressionism foregrounds how the online subject feels as they are contoured by platform infrastructures — “an atmosphere of affective currents run through with a mix of oceanic love-maxxing effervescence and numbed, hyper-violent alienation.” In Bailey’s work, this condition is mapped onto physical form. The steel reads as infrastructure — brutal, immovable, serverlike. But the magnets are soft analogue systems, looping data-feelings — mobile fragments of identity and suggestion, endlessly rearranged by touch.

Bailey’s avatar L00bi — the central figure of Loobtopia and Endlessity — finds here a kind of exploded anatomy: disintegrated into signage, filters, glitch-phrases. The titular command, 𝘛𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦, is both absurd and intimate, recalling the hollowed-out UX languages we’ve internalized.

A prompt for self-performance, a semiotic haunt.

There is no final image. This is "a sharp edge on which the affective experience of the online cuts itself on infrastructural matter, as a surface which ‘tears’ the fabric of L00bi’s imaginary avatar,” while remaining ｌｉｇｈｔ, ｃｏｏｌ
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