On the third world wielding net art

There is an atmospherics to the Filipino body. The internet is a weathering system. The song is drowning.

I imagine archipelagic internets and put forth the work Developh has been doing as a model in our recent exhibition KAKAKOMPYUTER MO YAN!. Sharing the works of artists Leon Leube to investigate lands/disputes/agency, Isola Tong on enfleshing/embodying/rotting knowledge (that we might instead carry through our bodies), and Beatris Cabaña's work on blood, debt, and shame.

To the marginalized, the internet might free us – just as it has long been extracting and exploiting us. We carry it in our bones.

Must we sing? Beyond a need for visibility and the end of endless exploitation / extraction, I want to drill in the question – must we sing, suffer, and splay ourselves to be seen? Can we have the privilege of invisibility, without our erasure? Beyond domination and control, is a narrative about existence: here we already are with our own modes of agency, and our own stewardship, our own making of the world.

Centering the way the third world inhabits & appropriates the internet, how explicit the infrastructural is for us, the struggle to be seen — against sweeping, blanket notions of a 'softer' internet, towards the burning, crisis-fueled, apocalyptic internet made by those who labor & suffer & love in it most, by us.