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"You learn very quickly that solidity is a lie," he says. "The walls we build to protect ourselves are the first things to crush us." In 2023, Arce took a sharp left turn into digital media—with a Luddite twist. For the Venice Biennale collateral event, he presented "The Cloud is a Leaky Pipe." He built a server room inside a 16th-century palazzo. The servers ran a live feed of global Wikipedia edits. But instead of displaying the data on screens, Arce routed the electrical impulses from the server fans into a series of pneumatic drills attached to the palazzo’s ancient plaster walls.

He is currently at work on a new project, tentatively titled "The Audience of Dust." For one year, he will not make any objects at all. Instead, he will visit a different museum each week and measure the thickness of dust on the frames of the most famous paintings in the collection. At the end of the year, he will publish a ledger: "Rembrandt: 0.04mm of neglect. Rothko: 0.12mm of awe. Monet: 0.00mm (cleaned by intern, August 14)."

"When we live in a city, we pretend the ground is stable," Arce explains, sipping over-brewed mate tea. "But the earth doesn't care about our sidewalks. I am trying to make the invisible violence of infrastructure visible." rodrigo arce

This interest in the residue of the human is deeply political. Arce grew up during Argentina’s devastating 2001 economic collapse, an event that shattered the middle class and erased the value of currency overnight. His father, a civil engineer, lost everything. The young Arce watched as the family home—a solid structure of brick and mortar—became a prison of debt.

"I am interested in the residue of bodies," Arce says. "Not the heroic gesture, but the sigh. The heat from the back of a knee. The condensation from a nervous palm." "You learn very quickly that solidity is a lie," he says

"People ask me if I am angry that the work destroys itself," he says, pulling on his coat to leave. "No. The work is the destruction. The only crime would be pretending it isn't happening."

"I need to feel the weight of a message," he says. "If you send me an email, I have to hold the paper. I have to feel if you typed it in anger or in haste. Digital life flattens texture. My job is to put the texture back." The servers ran a live feed of global Wikipedia edits

"The internet tells us it is weightless," Arce argues. "But data has mass. Data has heat. Data destroys architecture just as surely as a flood." Today, Arce lives between a small studio in Berlin’s Wedding district and a converted grain silo outside La Plata. He refuses to own a smartphone. His assistant prints out emails and hands them to him on paper. When I ask him about the contradiction—making art about digital residue while avoiding screens—he laughs, a rare, dry sound.

Critic Helena Marks of Artforum called the series "a terrifying meditation on the fallacy of modernity," noting that Arce "stitches a scream into a pillow." Arce’s materials are his manifesto. He refuses permanence. In "Archive of the Second Before Sleep" (2021), he covered the floor of the Museo de Arte Moderno de Bogotá with 10,000 sheets of thermal receipt paper. Each sheet was blank. As visitors walked across the installation, their body heat turned the thermal paper black, recording the ghost paths of their footsteps. Within three days, the entire floor was solid black—an abstract expressionist painting created by total absence.

In a sun-drenched but crumbling warehouse in the Villa Crespo neighborhood of Buenos Aires, there is no heat. Yet, the man standing in the center of the room, wearing a thick wool coat and fingerless gloves, is trying to melt ice.

And gravity, as Arce knows, always wins in the end.