One of the exhibition's most distinctive features was that all visitors had to wear paper bags over their heads upon entering. Skeletrix’s choice allowed visitors to escape the physical barriers of judgment and self-consciousness, preserving their anonymity while reclaiming the phrase “put a bag over your head”—traditionally used to mock someone’s appearance—and transforming it into a creative device. Rather than allowing perception to control us, the paper bag invited visitors to question it, turning an insult into an act of subversion. Meanwhile, Bruening sat outside, allowing visitors to choose from an array of media, from constant, almost seizure-like flashing YouTube videos to streams of mindless digital content. It was wonderfully absurd to witness.
“The device was a really interesting experience; I spent 6 hours being forced to watch whatever the audience decided. It was wild how quickly they began trying to play strobing light videos to try and give me a seizure. I also found it a bit soul-crushing how many people had used the device for self-promo by playing their own music videos and posing with me like an object, completely dismissing the fact that I am a live human being right in front of them. And FYI, I couldn’t really see or hear anyone from inside of the headset, which added an element of discomfort and confusion.”
By displaying some of the very extremes of Internet culture it sought to critique—from the obsession with self-optimization to the endless pursuit of stimulation through social media—the exhibition found its greatest irony in its own visual excess. In going too far, both architecturally and through the immersive role of its visitors, it mirrored the digital world that we seem to have no choice but to inhabit—one that constantly demands more visibility, more engagement, and, ultimately, more of ourselves and our time, only to receive a constant stream of aimlessness in return.
We spend six hours a day on our phones, endlessly consuming and endlessly scrolling, rarely recognizing the harm until it is reflected back at us through art. We judge others’ appearances, both online and in real life, and care so much about our digital personas that we forget we are all simply human beings, face or no face. But there we all were, faceless, gathered in the name of art and music. In that anonymity, no one could be judged by their face or clothing, regardless of the environment, allowing visitors to experience the exhibition free from the pressures of comparing themselves to the images and ideals they encounter online, while simultaneously confronting the ways we willingly subject ourselves to the Internet’s systems of visibility and surveillance.
Analytica revealed the contradiction of visitors willingly participating in the very systems the exhibition sought to critique, commenting on the all-consuming dangers of an Internet culture that has normalized constant visibility, endless consumption, and arguably excessive self-surveillance. More than an interesting event, it felt like a necessary experience, and one I feel fortunate to have witnessed.
