“Hi, camera, can you see my face?” I pause. Nothing. “You can see my friend’s face.” The video cuts to the face of my friend Mary Maggic, a Chinese American speculative artist. Her face is quickly detected. “What about my face?” The camera returns to my face. I make an exaggerated pout on camera, drawing laughter from the audience. “I have a mask.” I put on the white mask, which is immediately detected. “Can you see my mask?” The laughter shifts to audible gasps. On the black screen, three white words linger: “The Coded Gaze.”
