A M E R I C A N   C R E A M

2018

Collaboration with Jenny Xander

 

I made this at the beginning of a two-month residency in Upstate New York with one of the previous residents, Jenny Xander, who was just leaving. The residency was a 'work-exchange programme' where you could work for a month to take part in this process of 'mutual collaboration' for the next with musicians, other artists and/but what turned out to be a cohort of still in school or very recently graduated architecture students who'd followed their lecturer, the director of the residency frequently deemed as 'genius' to this hell hole. We were eight to a room at times, twenty to a bathroom. They made us work with dangerous chemicals, demolishion buildings not vetted for asbestos, and scrape paint which they later revealed to be led without protection or warning, and all for no pay. We also had to 'perform' in a forest filled with Lyme disease carrying ticks. It was a microcosm of what America has become - the nightmarish fantasy of an old cis-het white man exploiting undocumented workers, blinded by their own self-proclaimed aesthetic grandeur. I knew America was famous for cults, but had never expected this. It was the only work I had the energy to make in the whole two months of residency, and the subsequent three that followed when I was depressed and burnt out: a queer sex worker fuck you to neoliberal capitalism, heteronormativity, Hollywood, and the consumer economy.

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