Jenny Holzer - SURVIVAL, 1983-1985 (exhibited as part of Creative Time’s 42nd Street Project 1993)
"Like the Jenny Holzer pieces, you’ve got a lot of people saying, ‘What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ And it’s like, well, why are you angry about that and you’re not angry about anything else you see here? About drug dealing, about people with drugs, about homelessness, but you’re getting mad about this sign because people feel it doesn’t belong here. And they feel all the other stuff does." (Theatre Electrician) (x)
Twenty years later, these still feel shocking in the best way. Jenny Holzer forever.
Not to be super melodramatic but I don’t feel like I belong anywhere in New York anymore.
I don’t have a group of friends that I constantly see, or any community that I feel like welcomes me, and I just feel so constrained being in my parents house and having to live by their rules that just don’t fit me or how I want to live my life anymore.
I feel trapped and isolated and both really suck. I’m so tired of being in between.