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Hi. I made you this website.
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Hermit Fantasy is a short story about a bot and a hermit. Inspired by an email response from a survey I conducted about receiving emotional support on the Internet, this story explores the contradiction of being online while wanting to disconnect. As an act it's a series of letters, click by click.
Hermit Fantasy is a short story about a bot and a hermit. It started when I conducted a survey about receiving emotional support on the internet. This is an imagined response to an email I received. The story explores the loneliness of both being online and offline. As an act, it's a series of letters, click by click.
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ada
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Hi.
I made this play for you, posing a question for us to explore together.
<br>Is all intimacy about bodies? What makes intimacy? What happens when our bodies distance intimacy from us? This anthology of poems and short stories explores these questionshaving a body without intimacy and intimacy without a body. This project honors those who have shared their vulnerability and emotions online, creating "backplaces"tender online spaces for relief, ease, and transcendence from societal pain.
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I created three backplaces for you: Solar Sibling, Hermit Fantasy, and Cake Intimacies. Each represents a unique performance or project. Some stories may evoke memories of pain. As you sit in the audience, know I am with you, holding your hand through each scene. If it feels overwhelming, you can step out, take a break, or leave. This isn't choreographed, and I care deeply for you.
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I hope you see what I saw in these stories. Safe dreams now, and I'll talk to you soon.
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ada
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If you see yourself, what you have told me or posted online reflected too closely for comfort do not hesitate to reach out to me at 0backplaces@gmail.com
Hi. I made this play for you; its a question to keep us alive together. Is all intimacy about bodies? What happens when our bodies distance intimacy from us?
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Backplaces is a web-based play. A short anthology of poems and stories about vulnerability, intimacy, and the internet. It explores the internet as a place for holding big feelings and intimacy when it is unbearable. As an homage to those who have have been vulnerable with me I created "backplaces". They are tender online spaces for relief and acknowledgement of societal pain.
Some of these stories may evoke memories of pain. As you sit in the audience, know I am with you. If it feels overwhelming, you can step out, take a break, or leave. This isn't choreographed, and I care for you.
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I hope you see what I saw in these stories. Sweet dreams now, and I'll talk to you soon.
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love, Ada
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p.s.<br>
If you see yourself, what you have told me or posted online reflected too closely for comfort do not hesitate to reach out to me at 0backplaces@gmail.com
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Hi. I made you this website.
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Cake Intimacies is a performance that took a year to bring together. It is a small selection of stories people told me and I held to memory and rewrote here. The stories come from two performances I hosted.
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In the first, I asked participants to eat cake, sitting facing or away from each other and share stories about cake and the Internet.
In the second performance, hosted at the Art Meets Radical Openness Festival, I predicted participants' future lives on the Internet using felted archetypes and received stories from their Internet past in return.
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Now the stories are here, each of them a cake with a filling that tells a story, merging the bodily with the digital and making a mess of it all
Cake Intimacies is a performance that took a year to bring together. It is a small selection of stories people told me that I held to memory and rewrote here. The stories come from two performances I hosted.
In the first, I asked participants to eat cake, sitting facing or away from each other, and share stories about cake and the internet. I hosted the second performance at the Art Meets Radical Openness Festival. There I predicted participants' future internet lives using felted archetypes. In return I received stories about feeling strong emotions on the internet.
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ada
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Hi. I made you this website.
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Its called Solar Sibiling and it's a project that reimagines the Tumblr practice of web weaving pieces of media into collages. I did this by transforming user comments from TikTok videos about sibling relationships into poems. To do this I have taken the feeling behing the comment, found where it met my own and used our shared words. These poems capture a collective sense of despair and comfort in shared experiences. Solar Sibling is both a celebration of the vulnerabilities nurtured in online communities and an invitation to share anonymous contributions on the complexities of sibling relationships via comment form. Once you have whispered your sibiling feelings to me, they will stay with me and will never be used nor shared. It is just to make us both feel less singular.
This is the first act of this play, Solar Sibling. It reimagines user comments from TikTok videos about sibling relationships. To do this, I have taken the feelings behind the comments, found where they met my own, and used our shared words to write poems. Solar Sibling celebrates the vulnerabilities nurtured in online communities and invites you to share anonymously on the complexities of sibling relationships. Once you have whispered your sibling feelings to me, they will stay with me and I will never use nor share them.
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ada
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