Spot a few rabbits in a row and you’ve got yourself an omen, a philosophy or a phobia. Humans are pattern-matching beasts.
Well—”matching” isn’t a strong enough word. We are pattern-forging creatures; pattern smashers, pattern steamrollers, nuclear atom-crushing pattern rippers, imposing hallucinatory structures on a soup of utterly incorrolatable flotsam. Any stray sparks in the void are eligible for greater meaning; before long we’ve crashed together Vegas in the night.
I believe you could describe a lot of contemporary life in this way: good-intentioned folks skimming the garbage patch, and willing their scoopfuls to become perfect pearls. Or am I just stringing together my own pattern?
In Lossiness, I aim to explore the edges of perceptibility. Through selective destruction, warping and obscuring, I hope to guide viewers through their own pattern-matching hardware.
The word “lossiness” refers to a compression technique. We don’t really need every detail of every picture, right? Toss out some lesser-noticed pixels: you’ve got a JPEG. Do this 60 times a second, that’s YouTube. And we’re happy to patch in the gaps, building our own mini-deepfakes, tickling 90% of the same neurons because we didn’t have quite enough resources for the real thing. No matter—the pattern came through.
—Chris Combs
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
View of the exhibition, 'Lossiness'
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