Jennifer and Kevin McCoy |
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www.frankenstein.net |
Jennifer McCoy was born in Sacramento, CA in 1968 and Kevin McCoy was born in Seattle, WA in 1967. They both came to New York City in 1996. They have shown at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, MN (solo show) (1999), at the Viper International Media Festival in Lucerne, Switzerland (1999), the 1999 Robert Flaherty Film Seminar in Durham, NC, the OK Center of Contemporary Art in Linz, Austria (1999) and at the Museum of Science and Industry in Manchester, England (1998).. You may contact the artist at |
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| "Jennifer and Kevin McCoy have been artistic collaborators since 1990. Together they have made a wide range of video, installation, new media and performance works dealing with the cultural manifestations of technology in the world. Formally these projects arise from an interest in the modular, language-like nature of digital information and its recombinant possibilities. These machine generated phrases and ideas often express the culture with more irony and truth than the unaided artistic vision. Stemming from the tradition of the radio play, Radio Frankenstein creates digital literature and narrative grammatology for micro-watt radio transmitters. The radio transmission, consisting of a synthetic voice reading recombinant versions of the text from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, lurches imperfectly toward meaning in the same way that the Frankenstein creature represents the imperfect simulation of life. Custom computer software attached to the transmitter treats the text as a database and searches for new and unexpected relationships."
Selected Bibliography Bosma, Josephine. "Interview with Jennifer and Kevin McCoy," Minneapolis, MN:The Walker Art Center, 1999. Broeckmann, Andreas. "Tactical Media/Media Ecology," Rotterdam, The Netherlands: V2, 1996. Stalder, Felix. "Internet Retrograde: The Rise of Infomercials," Minneapolis, MN: The Walker Art Center, 1999. .Links www.radiofrankenstein.net Excerpt from e-mail correspondence at mccoy_greaterny@hotmail.com. Went to PS1 this Sunday and was utterly enthralled, so many promethean voices still bouncing around my head... I traced the museum walls without a clear conception of where I was going, knowing only that I alone was the pilot in my little sonic sphere as the noise dominated the signal one must supply much of the information from scant memory and murky intuition imaginative compensatory compulsory prosaic prosthetic and on the top floor, as Franky fades into static and a preacher man, anything toward a conclusion must come from the listener as much as from the transmitter---this is a real collaboration a sly and perfectly double-edged metaphor which speaks the historical anxiety of our machines speaking to us... and from its gurney no less! the perfect greater new york experience: me and my antena swatting my way through the jostling crowd, interfering but not interfered with. INTERFERENCE... what a mantra and when the wind began to bore me I tuned into WBAI for the latest on the Diallo march. CONGRATULATIONS! Catalogue Essays from the Writing Project |
