With an imitation of an Elvis impersonator, an echo of the long-gone American Dream that was flushed away, singing karaoke versions of those so well-known songs, my degree project is an investigation into human greed and a longing for abundance, and the capitalistic need for constant rebirth.
We can’t build our dreams
An Eternal Shrimpfeast is served as the Last Supper and as the Four Flamingoes of the Apocalypse overindulge themselves in the leftovers, you are left wondering whether you’ve reached Heaven or Hell. But as the rhythm from the karaoke machine and the jerking movements of my hips rock you into seduction, the simple answer is that you are just stuck in Limbo.
Make the world go away
And get it off my shoulders
Say the things you used to say
And make the world go away
Photo: Niklas Palmklint
