ARTIST STATEMENT:

I’m a benevolent nihilist, the most of optimistic of pessimists, and I always try to find the humor in the god-awful—in this case, god-awfulness of patriarchal pornography. I like to play with the voices of porn, especially the volumes of those voices, in a way that estranges the conventional rhetoric surrounding them. I think we are well past the point of porn shocking anyone, especially the kind targeted to white, straight males that inundates the industry.  I like to have fun with that which excludes me. I am bored, and these are my inner resources.

These pieces are ransom notes. They extort. Their colorful cheer defies their menace. They are the decontextualized, yet always center-aligned patriarchy—

approachable in their lack, alienating in their plenty. They are self-obsessed, but too sexy to be sexy, whinnying fillies at a sugar cube party, guffawing ugly-criers, and histrionic bone collectors. More idiot than savant, they are white trash privilege, working on the existential daisy chain gang. They mark the spot of convergence between pathological boredom and SEX! SEX! SEX!

Kim Vodicka: Poet. Nihilist. Spokesbitch of a Degeneration. Beavis in Scorpio. Moon in Roseanne. Author of Aesthesia Balderdash. ASS GLAM! Cruise more of her retard-ons at ih8kimvodicka.tumblr.com.