(Im)material addresses the divide between what's there and what's not. What does it mean to be made of material? How is our visceral existence affirmed when we encounter other beings? There's no room for bodily detritus in the quick effortless navigation through what we call the virtual. As the technicolor veil slips away, one is left amidst a seemingly immaterial atmosphere. A zone where physical contact is confined to the brushing of 'cookies' off a hard drive or the deep pulsing of fiber optics under our feet. By and large, artists in our technological zeitgeist—like those represented in (im)material—are moved by this abandonment. As with any disturbance, they are compelled to respond with divergent methods. In this case, across a spectrum from a primordial return to brute physicality to reappropriations of the digital that exacerbate their dystopian worldview.