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Installation. Street Art Museum
2017
The appearance of the first personal computers in the nineties was as desirable as political change. Updating the operating system and updating the state system - these two processes one could follow, experiencing the same strong emotions. But the social reality failed as often as the virtual one. 1993 — the year of the "Blue screen of death" and the burned "White house". Now the descriptions of bloody events scattered over the network and the ironic inscriptions of BSoD (blue screen of death) to memes recall the fatal errors of both systems. You can see on YouTube how today's teenagers react with a laugh to the Internet technology of the 90s. Back then, one could hang in anticipation in virtual space, while listening to the meditative sound of dial-up modem, or painfully watching the loading pixels. Loading of one website took time, for which you can now get lost in the wilderness of internet surfing, switching from political debates to video compilations of a Pomeranian Spitz. Today, the endless desire of escaping from the system leads to the fact that the system follows us into the virtual realm and catches us there. Collective memory is constantly blurred, scattered, reformatted, fragmented.
The appearance of the first personal computers in the nineties was as desirable as political change. Updating the operating system and updating the state system - these two processes one could follow, experiencing the same strong emotions. But the social reality failed as often as the virtual one. 1993 — the year of the "Blue screen of death" and the burned "White house". Now the descriptions of bloody events scattered over the network and the ironic inscriptions of BSoD (blue screen of death) to memes recall the fatal errors of both systems. You can see on YouTube how today's teenagers react with a laugh to the Internet technology of the 90s. Back then, one could hang in anticipation in virtual space, while listening to the meditative sound of dial-up modem, or painfully watching the loading pixels. Loading of one website took time, for which you can now get lost in the wilderness of internet surfing, switching from political debates to video compilations of a Pomeranian Spitz. Today, the endless desire of escaping from the system leads to the fact that the system follows us into the virtual realm and catches us there. Collective memory is constantly blurred, scattered, reformatted, fragmented.

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