IV
Feeling Idiotic in the The Post–Truth Era
Following the lecture, the School of the Art Institute of Chicago simply printed out my diploma early. I was informed over Winter Break that I was to be evicted my graduate studio in the basement of the Art Institute.
It’s the post–truth era. I was informed that I had, unbeknownst to me, applied for Winter Term graduation, and was no longer a student.
I was like, “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? They know I am a political squatter, right? They know that’s like my whole practice, right?”
In the photo above, it’s Summer Break. 68 students, mostly undergraduates, had just been kettled in the walled courtyard garden of the Art Institute. The school called the SWAT team, but did not press charges on the group of mostly undergraduate students. They did, however, pull funding from any International student photographed anywhere near the demonstration. They did evict any student who was arrested and held overnight from their on–campus dorm.
The weeding out of dissent is never personal.
The taking of space is.
I’m showing a photos of paintings on a screen to students a university course on temporary or social space in Germany. That’s an idiotic thing to be doing on many levels, concidering the global situation.
The weeding out of dissent is never personal.
The taking of space is.
I’m showing a photos of paintings on a screen to students a university course on temporary or social space in Germany. That’s an idiotic thing to be doing on many levels, concidering the global situation.
I’m giving an artist talk while dressed in a tube top, spraypainted vintage satin slip dress, and chunky heeled boots at Hochschüle fur Kunst, Bremen to Asli Serbest’s class Temporary Spaces Atlier. I was not invited by the professor, but by a student – a raver. An exiled, neurodivergent queer Ukrainian e–girl with body dysmorphia named Vlada. We saw the sun rise after catching Puce Mary, Frost Children, Münki, and others in a mideival monestary in Kutna Hora, Check Republic. She’s my best friend.
I have so many scene specific best friends.
Bestie is a noncompetitive title. The Artist’s CV is a Bestie Convention. If it isn’t, then who is the artist making this stuff for?
The paintings are abstractions made in flashe and oil stick on poster-style paper. The paper support not actually a poster, but is a type of cheap, large, and semi–archival industiral printed created for architect’s to print out print out their blueprint. The printed image under the painting is a screenshot from a 3D Lidar Scan captured during the eviction of a squat in Chicago I lived in briefly. Again, idiotic according to both the metrics of Painting and the metrics of political squatting.
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