Wozzeck’s Daughter
2:52, single channel

Segmented from a short film based on the unfinished Büchner play, Woyzeck— posthumously brought to completion by a number of prominent men. For whatever reason, revivals of this narrative seem to occur when the culture is particularly resistant to the canonic heights of masculinity. My ex-boyfriend films the segment on the University of Iowa Campus as part of a larger series of performance-directed monologues.

2:52, single channel

Filmed and conceived by my best friend, this video explores my jewelry collection and my relationship to inheritance.

20:45, single channel

In the Milgram experiments, destructive obedience is explained through the observation of the agentic state of behavior-- which is itself an observation of authority. This 21:45 video film documents the paradoxical nature of subjection and subjectivity using footage captured at a Fine Art Academy in San Antonio during the last years of the Bush Administration. In it, I'm seventeen years old. This is the age in Texas where the law identifies you as an adult person. In it, consent is unclear.

If the man, who in the video asks me if I'm right handed or left handed instead asks if I'm left or right she answer: "ummm ahhh hee hee I'm uh an art student" but he doesn't ask her that and you wouldn't know. She sounds like an idiot. The man to her right continues to pass her off firearms. The guns get progressively larger. Her aim gets progressively better. 'learner, teacher' cuts to a shot of the target where three bulletholes puncture a suggestively figurative diagram pasted over a sign that reads "The Coppinni Academy of Fine Arts." At the time, I'm in school, having enrolled in both the city college and the local atelier, mostly to get away from my home life and a gang, and out of which came the conviction that for as long as I was a student I would survive. In order to study art I had to be an art model. (The groundskeeper of the academy, teacher, often contracted me.) Previously I had been a waitress. Watching the girl in the video, to me, it's as unclear who I think I'm supposed to be serving as it is who I'm supposed to be shooting.

This is the most cringe artwork I've ever made and since it's been on the internet, none of the men in my life have ever been able to watch it. It's too cringe, else too familiar. When asked later about the experience, I recall that I wasn’t nervous despite having a professed fear of guns: “The presence of a camera crossed out the power of the gun,” I told my father later, “Like the double negative in a math problem...”