The Work<i>iola</i>When I first got on the Net, I thought Robbin Murphy was Tron. He had to be inside the network itself, intercepting communication before it reached anywhere else, processing it, tidying it up a bit, adding a strategic comment or two. I've since met him a few times, and I'm pretty sure he's analog. (http://www.artnetweb.com/ iola/journal/window/index.html--click on the top of the pyramid. What do you think?) We don't communicate too much, but I rely on him. Some email addresses I have my emailer automatically filter into the trash. I wish there was an agent that I could program to seek out Robbin Murphy posts. It's funny though, because almost as soon as I get to Murphy's site, I leave it. But I always come back. At some point, I don't remember when exactly, I came through another "door." Maybe it was the Land discussion on Chalkboard or maybe it was the PORT: Navigating Digital Culture listserv. Or maybe it was the "Drift" project. It doesn't matter really. At any rate, there was this other stuff going on besides "information processing." "Hypomnemata,There is "artwork" in Hypomnemata, but most of the obvious candidates are in the "short story" of his biography. They have become illustrations for a resume that attempts to give facts a trajectory. Murphy's online artwork, however--his net art, if you will--never strays very far from textual (re)sources, although I would say he is about equally interested in the interface--but truly equally; hardly ever for its own sake. It is no surprise that the directory structure for this part of Tumbleweed is ../iola/journal. "Now, in fact, hypomnemata has a very precise meaning. It is a copybook, a notebook." (Foucault) Murphy's actual journals constitute the "Undergrowth." "Undergrowth,In the end, I don't need an agent to find Murphy posts. That is what Tumbleweed is: a "personal curated" studio/archive of activity where the digital is real and inside/outside co-mingle. For me, it points toward the net art of the interfacer and the artificer. One last thing. Tumbleweed is a work of process (as opposed to in progress). There is no neat map of all the entrances and exits. There are more than a few wayward links. The "spine" of this process is and is becoming "I-90 (i forgot)" the "long story," about which Murphy writes: I started digging through my old work, which by this point had become dispersed and chaotic. Instead of ordering the chaos I decided to investigate the order within that chaos in light of what I had since discovered. I started digging horizontally, vertically and diagonally.Sounds like a potential museum to me. |
[The screen is my line out --and my line in. --Melinda Rackham, Line
Robbin Murphy's Project Tumbleweed is a bit like visiting a large museum where
lots is going on and the signage really only makes sense after you've been there a few times
and are starting to become comfortable with things. To the first time visitor it can be a bit
disorienting, but it's clear there's something there.
"'Dear Mr. Murphy: |