Bathing herself in algorithms, she slides surreptitiously to the edges of the screen.

She slinks across the ground from left to right and back again, obscuring the text. Circular movements cover their essay on 17th and 18th century notions of creativity with a digitally manipulated image of Boticelli’s Venus. Text and image and code collide; perhaps a nod to the scientific production of art.

Towards the centre of the screen two scroll bars dissect, and the thin grey columns made from repetitions of the word ‘process’ seem to overwhelm. She imagines herself spilling into each precise word; fragilising its certainty.

Aphrodite, always in the process of becoming: a symbol of transformation itself.

Yet, within this particular paradigm, she is unable to shake the materiality of the browser window.

She acknowledges her limitations whilst yearning for inkiness: she is code.