{"id":1832334,"date":"2026-03-17T19:58:11","date_gmt":"2026-03-17T16:58:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/analyse.optim.biz\/?p=1832334"},"modified":"2026-03-17T19:58:11","modified_gmt":"2026-03-17T16:58:11","slug":"whitney-biennial-artists-explore-boundaries-between-human-and-machine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/analyse.optim.biz\/?p=1832334","title":{"rendered":"Whitney Biennial Artists Explore Boundaries Between Human and Machine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[analyse_image type=&#8221;featured&#8221; src=&#8221;https:\/\/www.artnews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/WMAA99915_BFA_53520_7759215_hpr_f87d5a.jpg?w=1000&#8243;]<\/p>\n<div class=\"a-content a-content--offset lrv-a-floated-parent lrv-u-font-family-body lrv-u-line-height-normal lrv-u-font-size-18 lrv-u-position-relative\">\n<div class=\"pmc-paywall\">\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tAs I stood in the Whitney Museum\u2019s sixth-floor gallery for the opening of this year\u2019s Biennial, I found the eye of a surveillance camera, iridescent and round as a soap bubble, staring back at me. It was implanted in a rectangular body the color of aging plastic, decades-old desktop computers, and exposed bone. There was also a small embedded LED screen marking hours, months, days, and years, but since what was not clear. I was about to walk away, confused, when the voice of an elderly woman echoed out, full of warmth and experience. \u201cIt was a combination of too little sleep, too many chores, and a teeny tiny toddler,\u201d she said cheerily. \u201cNot to mention the supermoon!\u201d I laughed, first in surprise, a wave of affection bubbling up that was quickly quashed by wariness.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tThe work, <em>Estate (July 10, 2022)<\/em>, by Cooper Jacoby, surfaces an emergent genre of horror seeping through the mass consciousness: that of measurement and quantification. Jacoby made the work by scraping text from deceased creatives\u2019 social media and feeding it into a generative AI model. The data, collected without consent, was remixed by the generative AI and voiced by the artist\u2019s friends. The LED monitor records how much time has passed since the subject of the work died. In this case, three years, six months, 206 days, and 10 hours. The work was, by turns, macabre, uncomfortable, and maybe even profane. It is also a stunning commentary on what big tech companies have been doing for years: scraping our data and using it to animate generative AI models to make \u201cart,\u201d to \u201cwrite,\u201d to cancel grants to the humanities, to guide a missile to detonate above a school, etc.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tJacoby is far from the only artist in the Biennial\u2014or the general public\u2014to be contending with the changing face of technology. Social scientists have long noted that digital technologies are associated with qualities like transparency, objectivity, rationality, and futurity. Think of Y2K aesthetics: desktops were built so one could see the machinery inside, pop stars danced in white voids, and airbrushed halos of light in advertisements. Each, in their way,  promised a new, clean future on spaceship Earth. Yet several dozen tech disruptions later, it has become difficult, if not outright laughable, to convince the public that these technologies are ushering in a bright future. As the world wakes up to our techno-capitalist age of constant surveillance, data extraction, and omnipresent biometric technologies, artists have begun to strip technology of its sterile shell to reveal the beasts hidden in the machine.<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-full alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  \">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artnews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/jacoby-art-whitney.jpg?w=400\" alt height=\"683\" width=\"1024\"><\/div>\n<\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-font-size-12 lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-padding-tb-025\"><span class=\"lrv-u-font-size-14@desktop\">nstallation view of\u00a0Whitney Biennial 2026, from left to right:\u00a0Jacoby Cooper,\u00a0<em>Estate (January 21, 2016)<\/em>, 2024;\u00a0Mutual Life (24.2 years), 2025;\u00a0<em>Mutual Life (76.4 years)<\/em>, 2026;\u00a0<em>Mutual Life (38.9 years)<\/em>, 2025;\u00a0<em>Estate (July 10, 2022), 2026<\/em>.<\/span><cite class=\"lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase lrv-u-color-grey\">Darian DiCianno\/BFA.com<\/cite><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tIn the Whitney\u2019s fifth-floor gallery, three bodies hover a foot off the ground, propped up by a metal pole speared into their backs. Feet dangle, heads loll, eyes remain closed, save for the pale impression of an eyelid that appears more like a feature of a death mask. One figure is naked, missing a nose, a vague form with strange textures scattered across her skin. The other two bodies don witches\u2019 cloaks\u2014the thin, plastic kind available at a Spirit Halloween. For the work, titled <em>For Satan in America and Other Invisible Evils: Experiments in Public Sculpture (Witches 1\u20133)<\/em>, Isabelle Frances McGuire modeled the figures using high-fidelity 3D medical scans of the body\u2019s interior. Because the scan captures the insides, the exterior is merely a leftover form. Like Jacoby, McGuire seems to be playing with the question of the distorted double. Meant to illustrate the Salem witch trials, it is also a scene of accusation. Someone here is human; someone here is not. But here again appears the incredible power of digital measurement\u2014a kind of techno-Satanic magic\u2014to blur the boundaries between the real and the imposter.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tThe CCTV camera returns in Gabriela Ruiz\u2019s 2026 sculpture <em>Homo Machina (Human Machine a.k.a. Gay Machine)<\/em>. The piece looks like a carnival game: a fiberglass machine cast in slime green, with budding growths, screens, a screaming face petrified in chrome, and a chimera fetus in its womb, tail in mouth. The camera feed is channeled into the monitors studded symmetrically across the work: step closer to see yourself in the fun-house mirror of surveillance. In other words, the image of the self is captured and consumed in an endless cycle that generates something less than human.<\/p>\n<div class=\"post-content-image \/\/  \">\n<figure class=\"o-figure   size-full alignnone lrv-u-max-width-100p\">\n<div class=\"c-lazy-image  \">\n<div class=\"lrv-a-crop-16x9\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"c-lazy-image__img lrv-u-background-color-grey-lightest lrv-u-width-100p lrv-u-display-block lrv-u-height-auto\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artnews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/WMAA99897_BFA_53520_7759190_hpr.jpg?w=400\" alt height=\"791\" width=\"1024\"><\/div>\n<\/div><figcaption class=\"c-figcaption  lrv-u-font-size-12 lrv-u-flex lrv-u-flex-direction-column lrv-u-padding-tb-025\"><span class=\"lrv-u-font-size-14@desktop\">Gabriela Ruiz,\u00a0<em>Homo Machina<\/em>, 2026. <\/span><cite class=\"lrv-u-text-transform-uppercase lrv-u-color-grey\">Jason Lowrie\/BFA.com<\/cite><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tIt seems that artists, as much as their audiences, have become preoccupied with the question of what it means to be human. As the digital philosopher Yuk Hui noted in a recent essay, we are coming off a long period within academia\u2014and, I would argue, the arts as well\u2014that was less interested in fixed boundaries between the human and nonhuman and more engaged with questions of entanglement. (Remember how much we all loved mushrooms?) Yet the very sudden appearance of generative AI has changed the discursive field. Our entanglements with technologies are not nearly so romantic as the Gaia hypothesis\u2014that theory that this Earth is one big organism and we are just different parts of the same body. On the contrary, as these artists propose, the hybrid of the human with technology is freakish and horrific.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tIt was difficult not to think of these works in relation to Clavicular, a \u201clooksmaxxer\u201d who went viral this year for his extreme outlook on beauty, and Bryan Johnson, who is on a years-long quest for immortality. (Last year, Johnson went viral for pumping his teenage son\u2019s blood through his veins, an event that recalled a years-old internet urban legend about tech founders harvesting the blood of the young.) Both figures represent what technological entanglement really looks like: a fierce belief that biometrics, biohacking, and a commitment to a scientific view of the body and its perfection will be rewarded. Yet the mentality required to submit to this quantified view of the self is so brutally contradictory that it quickly becomes nihilistic. Looksmaxxing is based on the idea of hacking the gene pool\u2014by convincing women that the looksmaxxer is the most desirable mate\u2014yet Clavicular has said he is now infertile from the treatments he has subjected himself to. Meanwhile, Johnson\u2019s quest for more life has become so vampiric that, if his experiment were the plot of a novel, we would criticize the author for being heavy-handed. Clavicular and Johnson are both driven by the same techno-body horror that animates the artists above. And yet their coping mechanisms are very different: they run into technology with open arms, hoping to be spared. But spared from what?<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tI think I now understand why measurement appears as such a horror to the contemporary psyche. Recently, at a dinner party, I met a young tech worker who tried to convince me to use AI in my writing. I tried to explain to him why I don\u2019t: I really like writing. I don\u2019t want to not do it. He tried to appeal to my sense of efficiency: <em>Couldn\u2019t I streamline my work and publish more?<\/em> I told him that he was missing the point. My work is meaningful to me not just as a result, but as a process, as a way of spending my time on Earth. He wondered how I would survive the coming era of mass unemployment if I refused to make concessions. I said I\u2019d figure it out. He asked if instead AI might be a collaborator who could help me hone my ideas. I told him that I have friends who serve that purpose, whose opinions I value. <em>But what if the AI was as smart as your friends<\/em>, he pressed on.<em> What if he could turn the host of the dinner party, a dear friend of mine, into a model that thought and talked just like her? <\/em>The debate devolved from there<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\t\u201cBut I have her!\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\t\u201cWell what if she died?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\t\u201cThen I would be devastated!\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\t\u201cWhat makes her so special? How could you be sure it wasn\u2019t her, if I built that model?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\t\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t be in front of me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\t\u201cSo it\u2019s the body then? What if we made a body? Are you even sure she exists?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph larva \/\/ lrv-u-margin-lr-auto  lrv-a-font-body-m   \">\n\tI felt, in that moment, a profound sense of defamiliarization. The red carpet beneath my feet stretched out, and well-meaning faces looked down on me. <em>Was he serious?<\/em> I wondered. It is telling, of course, that what started as a conversation about work efficiency devolved almost instantly into the heart of the matter: mortality, immortality, and replaceability. If we can be measured so exactly, so precisely, what is to stop us from being modeled or recreated? Perhaps not an exact replica, but close enough? It\u2019s no wonder that figures like Clavicular or Johnson cling so closely to their vessel, hoping to avoid obsolescence by embracing quantification. Yet even this dream of replacement\u2014my friend as chatbot, as an unliving doll\u2014is a sterile fantasy, a satisfyingly futuristic sci-fi scenario. No, the future will not be clean, close to perfect, or controlled, not even in an uncanny way. It will be freakish, bloody, and disgusting, just as the artists in this year\u2019s Biennial suggest.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>[analyse_source url=&#8221;https:\/\/www.artnews.com\/art-news\/artists\/whitney-biennial-technology-machine-human-artists-1234777663\/&#8221;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[analyse_image type=&#8221;featured&#8221; src=&#8221;https:\/\/www.artnews.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/WMAA99915_BFA_53520_7759215_hpr_f87d5a.jpg?w=1000&#8243;] As I stood in the Whitney Museum\u2019s sixth-floor gallery for the opening of this year\u2019s Biennial, I found the eye of a surveillance camera, iridescent and round as a soap bubble, staring back at me. 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