I painted this satirical picture before I owned my first personal computer.
Like a moth around a lantern, the new age Super Hero, with a dollar sign on his chest and wings of paper money, flutters around, leaping from leaf to flower, fingering the keyboard – an extension of his body – while his attention is riveted to the glowing screen of Lady Lightning Bug. The more she arouses and excites him, text and images flashing on the screen, the more vigorously he fingers the keyboard, the more brightly she shines in the night.
I humbly apologize to those of you who find this image obscene, but isn’t there some truth to it? It’s a crude representation of the relation between commerce and computer technology, the strange courtship and mating ritual between these two entities, and also a comment on the self-gratifying and onanistic nature of the computer experience. Computer technology: which now pervades all aspects of life, even intimate areas. We’re continually fingering our devices, tapping on them and rubbing them, checking on them obsessively, our attention riveted to the glowing screens.