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Tyler Coburn
2011 - ongoing
Coburn characterizes the narrator of I’m that angel as someone “in the throes of intense semiotic anxiety.”
In the first half of the book, he pinballs between the model of the diffuse, omnipresent cloud and the groundedness of a server farm as he ingests a mishmash of pop cultural news, spits out conjectures, and navigates financial precarity.
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His angst resolves, temporarily, with the decision to turn his brain into a server, a metonym for the space where readings of the book are performed.
“What to do with a body when we’re living on air—how thin, how obscure does it have to become?” — I’m that angel
In the second half of the book, a series of one-sided letters to someone named “Jeff” describe the narrator’s move from rack to rack within a data center.
Tyler Coburn, I’m that angel, 2011–ongoing. Detail: Bahnhof, Stockholm. Reading: May 2013. Courtesy of the artist and Bahnhof.
“Notable figures from the history of the Internet are here being punished for something: Tom MacMaster for pretending to be ‘A Gay Girl in Damascus,’ Nicholas Felt(r)on for laying the groundwork for self-quantification. The ninth row contains transhumanist and futurist types, who fantasize about uploading consciousness and more...” — Tyler Coburn
Coburn has organized a number of events in which are limited to the number of chairs in the data center conference rooms where they take place, and data center personnel lead tours of the facilities following the readings.
Tyler Coburn, I’m that angel, 2011–ongoing. Detail: Justin Sayre reading at the Google Building, New York, Readings: February 2013. Courtesy of the artist.
Tyler Coburn, I’m that angel, 2011–ongoing. Detail: Reading at the Google Building, New York, Readings: February 2013. Courtesy of the artist.
Through this strangely transparent gesture, Coburn’s project makes tangible specific aspects of a network both vast in its reach and deeply particular in its local manifestation.
Tyler Coburn, I’m that angel, 2011–ongoing. Detail: Bahnhof, Stockholm. Reading: May 2013. Courtesy of the artist and Bahnhof.