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I accepted an invitation to have my work shown at a gallery inside one of the most heavily-patronised mini malls in this city and it did fuck all for my life

they were, after four and a half years of my running this alone and in the road, the first people with the money to call themselves gallerists to walk up to me and not be full of shit when they told me that they'd like to display my work

the tradeoff was that after three emails I got to watch them cherry pick the prints from my œuvre which by their measure would be least offensive to The Americans, handing piles of the filtered back to me and leaving us with this, an assemblage of some film producer's making-



it stood there in contrast to my ongoing displays elsewhere





















I even did one in the mini mall, with space that they vacated whilst on holiday somewhere



Dozens of people were ready to buy prints in that five-hour run, which on a Boxing Day Friday in the middle of Chelsea Market might not have been all that surprising I guess



but accepting the sales would have been a violation of somebody's lease regulations or something, so it amounted to nada and made no sense to reprise



It was people holding U$20's out at me



oh well





For a month I let the set sit in there as-is, but eventually I got pissed off and broke enough to walk in there myself and put up a selection of my actual choosing



But when I got home I found myself telling my partner that I had decided against putting this up



and this, from an image made in the same spot two 6ème janviers before



and this



and this from last week



and this



and this



and this



and this



and this



and this



and this



and this



and anything with her



all to keep from upsetting the Tory-friendly air of a space inside Alphabet, Inc.'s sphere of influence on the notion that it might make the difference in paying rent this month

I even put a Mamdani up, and because, as someone pointed and commented,

he's so hot, as a lesbian

people were pulling their phones out to take pictures of the set within five minutes of my pinning it



still, no sale.























































I went in afterward to swap this one



you have until mid-February to go and see for yourself, unless complaints from local pearl-clutchers get it scrubbed

otherwise, come see it in the road

















moi c'est Kuvonn, iel/she/they. this series gets better when it's well-fed.

cliquer la photo suivante to continue

or email me for whatever, especially if you are or have access to accredited exhbitors outside The States who are ready to show this stuff.

the best way for you to contribute to the continuation of this series is by buying the prints. browse them by appointment or ask for my upcoming display periods in the city.

je vous remercie pour votre coopération dans l'évacuation de cette œuvre from these islands.