I haven’t been to Josh Kline’s new exhibition, “Unemployment,” and I probably won’t make it in time. But I’d certainly like to have had the opportunity to see his artistic representations of various dimensions of the current economic crises.
Here are excerpts from the press release (pdf) for the installation at 47 Canal gallery:
Fast forward ten or twenty years from our present–half a generation. Another American presidential election is scheduled for Fall 2031. Baggy skater pants are back in style in the suburbs. And increasingly intelligent software has turned out the lights on a hundred million jobs. Most of the middle class will never work again. Considered too old, too expensive, too obsolete, and too set in their ways for the faster-paced time in which they find themselves, the majority of people in middle age—born in the 1970s and ‘80s–have no future prospects for professional employment. Lawyer, accountant, banker, administrator, manager, secretary— these now expendable careers have been starved to near-death, following professions like taxi driver, truck driver, train conductor, and factory worker into automated oblivion. What is to be done with the hundreds of millions of people who will never “earn” another paycheck? What is to be done with you?
And what will you do? Will you prowl the streets scavenging pennies and nickels from discarded plastic and glass? Will you Airbnb your body out to strangers in order to make rent? Your mind has left the real economy, but your body still needs to eat food and spend its days somewhere. In a sharing economy, people subscribe instead of owning, so Suburbia’s growing homeless population can’t sleep in their cars anymore.
Income inequality scales exponentially. And unemployment escalates up the asymptote along with it. The money version of Moore’s Law. 21st Century economic crises come equipped standard with a jobless recovery and more effective, efficient automation. Every recession from here on out will close with an ever more brutally competitive round of musical chairs around a diminishing number of lower and lower-paid employment possibilities. If you’re left standing at the end without a job, it’s your own fault, right?
Surprise—this is your going away party! We bought you this personal-sized little cake in gratitude for your years/life of hard work and service. Your brain is no longer required here…
Sure, you’re 55, but you can retrain… And start over with an unpaid internship. It’ll be fine. XOXO KIT.
Capitalism doesn’t care about you. Economic systems don’t have feelings. In a society designed around planned obsolescence, the inevitable fate of goods and services and the people who provide them is to become waste. The same economic alchemy that transmutes a human being into a product—into “human capital”—also turns them into sentient garbage. The other side of consumption’s cheap coin is disposal. Desired, acquired, used, used up, discarded, forgotten—this is the lifecycle of expendable labor inside a runaway free market.
The first step towards a cure is diagnosing the disease. You are not your job. You are not your career. You are a human being.