Charlie Boots on social media, the global village and going down the digital rabbit hole
Editor's note: Artist Charlie Boots is part of the inaugural pair of PAIR residents at Denver's Powerhaüs Studio. As part of his residency, he and his fashion-designing counterpart will be reporting from the real world via Show and Tell, as they learn the ropes from studio mentors Mona Lucero, Lauri Lynnxe Murphy and Jimmy Sellars. Applications are now being accepted for the second PAIR residency though September 15; visit the website for details. Here's the next report from Charlie Boots.
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I could tell I had gone pretty far down the rabbit hole when I went to turn the page on Art/Work (a book Jimmy let me borrow to develop my business skills) not by grabbing the page and turning it, but by trying to "scroll down." As my finger pushed on the paper texture of the page, I laughed at myself. I've been using digital devices too much.
I have used my cell phone every day since I bought it. The same applies to my iPad. Sometimes, I think about how strange that is. The majority of my life has been spent without these devices, and yet I now use them as if they are as essential as underwear. I end every night with plugging my devices into the wall, and I begin every day with the sound of my cell phone awakening me. I watch YouTube as my eggs fry. I check my social networks as I head to work in the morning.
It's become ritualized.
I'm what is referred to as a "digital native." This means I am at home in the digital world. I grew up playing SEGA and and Playstation. I'm used to seeing myself in the little characters that exist on a screen. "Avatars" are what they are called. Sonic and Megaman. Little digital beings who serve to give me access to the power to effect a world in which I do not live.
I remember when the Internet became accessible to the public. I went to the Gateway store with my cousins and we "surfed the web" for the first time. I went to the Disney website and played a Tarzan game. It took a literal minute for any page to load, and that was with a good connection.
My parents bought a computer, packaged in its cow-print box, and we took it home to connect it to the Internet. AOL was the default web host, and every time you went online, you would hear a noise that I can't describe in writing, but I know almost every American my age can recognize it.
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