To maintain our physical and psychological security we have been asked to stay separate during this pandemic. For some we have been given the opportunity to remake ourselves anew, to seek out intimacy on a level playing field, to relate through virtual platforms that allow us to construct ourselves from nothing. These platforms are not neutral structures, they shape how we might reconstruct the self, they determine how fantasy and desire might be directed, they determine how generative our libidinal drives might be. Avatars seem to provide us with a 3-Dimensional body that can close the infinite distance between ourselves and others, but perhaps they merely flatten us, stretch our bodies so thin we have no secure hold on ourselves.
These works appropriate the techniques and processes of fan art, 3D animation and modelling and pop music to negotiate the vulnerability of the body in an increasingly distant and insecure world. The virtual pop-star Hatsune Miku sings broken, out of time, clips of popular love songs over frantic limbs, searching for another body to grasp, hold, understand. These bodies and voices do not find the security of a solid ground, singing, screaming into infinity.