Do you want to feel like you belong? Part of the group? Invited to the party? Most people crave this and most people have experienced the biting sting of feeling outside or unwanted. This last move for us in November was my 33rd move in my 37 years so you can only imagine the amount of time as a child I spent looking inside the cliques and posses and clubs when I embarked into yet another new school. Because I was steep in the nomadic pattern of shifting spaces consistently. It's what we could count on other than the dawn and dusk. My therapist(s) and I came to terms with this childhood variable being the groundwork as an adult influencing my relationships and moving patterns. Up until about seven years ago, I subconsciously saw people as disposable...didn't help that most adults, including my only sibling, decided that I or we were not enough to stick around. Luckily, I have a great group of friends and family that stuck around. So, blah blah, blah, abandonment, nomadic-ness and instability led to a deep craving and equal aversion to wanting to belong to a group. And this is why I find the Juggalo and Jugglette culture so damn fascinating. If you're not informed: the Juggalos and Jugglettes are deep fans of the band Insane Clown Posse who have formed a family...an entire subculture with their own primal expressions. They dress to emulate their heroes in the band, and eventually split into a violent gang and a non-violent gang. This is admittedly assumptive, but I imagine the members to also desperately crave acceptance and they've found some variation here. Lucy Owen moved from the UK to Detroit so she could investigate the scene, as I'm sure she was fascinated as well by the horrorcore subculture. She has a show that ends December 19th at Start Gallery entitled ‘BEAUTIFUL (INDESTRUCTIBLE) Women of the Juggalo World’
Here is a preview.
P.S. If you have any history with this scene and want to have your portrait or photo painted in your gear. Get in touch.
In other exciting news, I finally got out to get some landscape work done in our new neighborhood of Albany Park in Chicago. Per suggestion from a new local artist friend, I went to Waters Elementary Garden. While the dormant space was quiet, I appreciated the privacy among the cooling dirt and had a good few hours completely to myself. In a garden in the middle of a city. It was brilliant. I felt lucky and productive.