I
grew up in Long Island, in a suburb outside of New York City. Long Island is decidedly
not the City, and its proximity to New York City is not at all
apparent. I lived in a Levitt-created neighborhood consisting of identical houses,
flat green lawns and strip malls. Aside from some general population growth, Long
Island was much the same in the 1980s as it was in the 1950s when my neighborhood
was built. It was a very alienating place to grow up, as I never fit in
with the typical suburban mindset. I grew to despise the conformity, materialism
and mind-numbing boredom that suburbia breeds. The pieces in the American Dreams
series contain anonymous suburban images from the 1950s which represent everything
that is wrong with suburbia, due to their generic sameness and their depiction
of what I consider artificial happiness. The piece Red Meat/Surburbia contains
such images as transparencies which are laid over images of typical suburban
food (meat and potatoes and processed food) from Better Homes & Gardens and
Betty Crocker cookbooks of the 1950s and 1960s. These cookbooks are suburbia personified
in a book, in that the food depicted in much like the people in suburbia: perfect
and processed.