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I’m a furniture maker and sculptor. I work primarily in wood and metal to create the armatures and proceed to upholster, embroider, paint, and carve intricate details. Studio located off Van Brunt Street in Red Hook, Brooklyn, NY.
Director of Fabrication at WORTHLESSSTUDIOS.
Make a tax-deductible donation to WORTHLESSSTUDIOS. Your contribution directly supports artists working in NYC with tools, materials, space, and technical, hands-on assistance in the production of large scale sculpture and installation. www.worthlessstudios.org a 501(c)3 nonprofit
Patty regards Patty as she dresses Viv’s face in Free’s hair.
Gotta Get Clean,
Cleaning Isn’t Easy
Partyhats, silly string; hot, soapy water, bucket, sponge ; bathroom mirror, makeup tools; water, soap bar, bucket, shaving cream, razor; pubic hair, facial hair; audio soundtrack of clipped youtube tutorials on cleaning.
Written and performed by:
Vivienne Le, Patty Kim-Hamilton, Free A. Snow.
Performed August 2019
worthless studios’ 1st 🧱, Brooklyn.
Documented by David Chao
in a series of actions informed by a looping, shifting audio recording,
three bodies are in conversation about the rituals and enforcement of
cleaning and servitude. Created and Performed by Vivienne Le, Patty Kim
Hamilton, and Free Alexander.
I: shave, watch, lubricate
II: consume / ate, write a letter about anything
III: humaninity - never was it easy
-dance break-
IV: we clean and make a bigger mess
IV: a beard of freshly cut hair
V: an expression of motivating happiness, the primal serene
do we leave room for chaos and disorder? the modern virtues of clean have not made adjustments for a contemporary destigmatisation of desire. and while desire can expose disorder, it can also create it. further, the hygeinic processes that we are provided cause by society to ritualise are often cleanings that, when applied to the disorder and dirt of the soul or mind, flush away the human individual. the marks we make can be erased, they tell us. the marks you make are not ever resting in an ether of permanence! but upon our lips are words and oratory that con still be censured. the norm is to clean - clean the dirt; erase the word. wherein the dirt can be a making of our flaws, is not the dirt a means to an endless imagination? can the various dirts of our existence be delightful spores of contagious individuality? what does it mean, humanity? is it the provision of humanity that it is less a trait of form, or being, or existence but rather the congruence with social norms? is the human and its humanity at odds with one another? what is the role of mishapen stones - the stray hairs, the kiss on a stranger's lips, the pursuit of second-hand?
"im going to teach you how to remove stains"
so we often find ourselves contributing to illusionary sanitation by voyeurism, wherein the onlooker's gaze perpetuates the desire for cleanliness and purity, where the primal ink of desire can itself be a stain on the conscious. so we apply our own tactics to combat stigmatisms or gender roles. but in doing so, the gap created between the human and humanity rests a new disorder - the endless tyranny of anxiety, the anxiety of being incorrect. and in anxiety, there is laughter, the "haha, jaja, nana, tata!" that rests between each and every shoulder, directed at the mirror and the self. a happy dance is one of giving up on the normative, the one of accepting the "haha" and amplifying it to drown out the anxiety of incorrectness.
I: shave, watch, lubricate
II: consume / ate, write a letter about anything
III: humaninity - never was it easy
-dance break-
IV: we clean and make a bigger mess
IV: a beard of freshly cut hair
V: an expression of motivating happiness, the primal serene
do we leave room for chaos and disorder? the modern virtues of clean have not made adjustments for a contemporary destigmatisation of desire. and while desire can expose disorder, it can also create it. further, the hygeinic processes that we are provided cause by society to ritualise are often cleanings that, when applied to the disorder and dirt of the soul or mind, flush away the human individual. the marks we make can be erased, they tell us. the marks you make are not ever resting in an ether of permanence! but upon our lips are words and oratory that con still be censured. the norm is to clean - clean the dirt; erase the word. wherein the dirt can be a making of our flaws, is not the dirt a means to an endless imagination? can the various dirts of our existence be delightful spores of contagious individuality? what does it mean, humanity? is it the provision of humanity that it is less a trait of form, or being, or existence but rather the congruence with social norms? is the human and its humanity at odds with one another? what is the role of mishapen stones - the stray hairs, the kiss on a stranger's lips, the pursuit of second-hand?
"im going to teach you how to remove stains"
so we often find ourselves contributing to illusionary sanitation by voyeurism, wherein the onlooker's gaze perpetuates the desire for cleanliness and purity, where the primal ink of desire can itself be a stain on the conscious. so we apply our own tactics to combat stigmatisms or gender roles. but in doing so, the gap created between the human and humanity rests a new disorder - the endless tyranny of anxiety, the anxiety of being incorrect. and in anxiety, there is laughter, the "haha, jaja, nana, tata!" that rests between each and every shoulder, directed at the mirror and the self. a happy dance is one of giving up on the normative, the one of accepting the "haha" and amplifying it to drown out the anxiety of incorrectness.
free begins the cleaning exercise, scrubbing away Vivienne's marks.
on your feet, ivory head protruding
from false shoulders
illuminated red and pink
Photography lips
a fan, 1 meter offset
your hair is flying away!
as the drumming on a track
vibrate louder, louder (!)
our legs are gone, they left
in the car with you…
my head = sloshing bottle
warping double-exposures
your drooling mouth is still in Babylon
scarf hidden from daylight
and dipped in watercolor
it is on my feet!
we are sitting, obsessed over
light strips on her body
(a good-noon window with blinds)
and her proportions.
a horse — cheval, coral stuck hoof (left)
tearing up door corral
flavoring the grains
disappearing, disappear
oui ouais way
way way disillusionary
you say “way, down”
gotta get clean
informalities,
casual (casualties).
three fingers on a cigarette --
she cleans her nails with a metro ticket/can i help?
she wants me to turn her bedside light off
and in the bathroom --
(i dislike the shower after i eat)
where all the fish in the tide
are making serious faces
or maybe smiles
when we’re all liars
your hairs plus face color
and your dirty fingernails
are ashes
we just take them off
calling Divergencian Oz.
from false shoulders
illuminated red and pink
Photography lips
a fan, 1 meter offset
your hair is flying away!
as the drumming on a track
vibrate louder, louder (!)
our legs are gone, they left
in the car with you…
my head = sloshing bottle
warping double-exposures
your drooling mouth is still in Babylon
scarf hidden from daylight
and dipped in watercolor
it is on my feet!
we are sitting, obsessed over
light strips on her body
(a good-noon window with blinds)
and her proportions.
a horse — cheval, coral stuck hoof (left)
tearing up door corral
flavoring the grains
disappearing, disappear
oui ouais way
way way disillusionary
you say “way, down”
gotta get clean
informalities,
casual (casualties).
three fingers on a cigarette --
she cleans her nails with a metro ticket/can i help?
she wants me to turn her bedside light off
and in the bathroom --
(i dislike the shower after i eat)
where all the fish in the tide
are making serious faces
or maybe smiles
when we’re all liars
your hairs plus face color
and your dirty fingernails
are ashes
we just take them off
calling Divergencian Oz.
P. Kim Hamilton performs a ritual shave.
Vivienne Le writes "gotta get clean, cleaning isn't easy" repeatedly in the performance space."and you sat on the edge for a long long time, kicking your feet and staring at the marks on your knees"
Free Alexander watches P.K.H. shave and directs the spotlight upon her.
I’m a furniture maker and sculptor. I work primarily in wood and metal to create the armatures and proceed to upholster, embroider, paint, and carve more intricate details. Studio located at intersection of Knickerbocker & Johnson Avenues in Brooklyn, NY.
Director of Fabrication at WORTHLESSSTUDIOS.
Make a tax-deductible donation to WORTHLESSSTUDIOS. Your contribution directly supports artists working in NYC with tools, materials, space, and technical, hands-on assistance in the production of large scale sculpture and installation.
www.worthlessstudios.org 501(c)3 nonprofit
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