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Represented, Contested, Inverted | Introduction | Gareth Damian Martin
In 1859, in response the advent of early photography, Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote that from that day on: "Men will hunt all curious, beautiful, grand objects, as they hunt the cattle in South America, for their skins and leave the carcasses as of little worth." The era of the image had arrived, and he saw a future approaching, where "form is henceforth divorced from matter." That future is our present.
We are outnumbered by virtual worlds, overwhelmed by virtual architecture. Videogames and digital art have furnished us with a hundred thousand matterless forms—landscapes where no rock or earth has ever been present, cities founded on depthless skins of image and texture, expanses that will never see the light of a true sun.
And yet, somehow there is material here, a new kind of matter. Some of it is borrowed—photographs, texture references, photogrammetry. Other parts are inherent properties of digital worlds—their obsession with surface, the logic of their light, their base particles; pixels, voxels, polygons. When in The Beginner's Guide Davey Wredin brings the player's attention to the flat grey square that marks the limit of a level's starry skybox, calling it "the bottom of the universe" he points to an odd truth: These worlds, these universes, are objects, and unlike our own, they have limits.
This is a perspective we rarely take. As the audience of these virtual worlds their total fictions are seductive, intoxicating. We want to believe. And yet, in this blinkered state we close ourselves off to the unearthy wonders in front of our eyes. Virtual worlds are strange mirrors.
The name Heterotopias comes from Michel Foucalt. It refers to sites where real spaces are, in his own words "simultaneously represented, contested, and inverted." What better name could there be for our objects torn free of matter, our virtual worlds? They are, in the end, representations—cultural objects that connect to history and politics (as both guest writers, Chris Priestman and Darran Anderson, show with their pieces on Strider and Tomb Raider.) They are contentious, constructing arguments from architecture and space, as I indicate in my piece on Inside. And they are inversions, as is clear of Kane & Lynch 2's Shanghai: "the city turned inside out".
This zine is part of a project I have dreamed of for a while, a process where, in an echo of Wendell Holmes, we hunt the skins, with the intention of connecting them back to the matter they have forgotten. To make them real once more.