I have asked some of my co-workers at the Metropolitan Museum of Art to join me in wearing a button on their uniform that states the number of years they’ve worked at the museum and their hourly rate in a strategy titled “Met Campaign for Wage Transparency”. I like to think of this initiative as an art activist, peaceful demonstration for wage transparency. I believe in my heart that the only way to have truthful conversations about the very taboo subject of money and salaries in the workplace is to turn the light on in an otherwise very dark place for everyone to see. I personally feel empowered, not diminished, by letting people know how much I make. I’m happy to share; I hope my openness might offer a new perspective to all the people working out there. For instance, my current $22.65 wage has a long history of personal choices: of choosing to remain a security guard over advancing to a higher paying job in my workplace because of my love of my job and the people I work with. By supplementing it with lots of overtime, I found a way to make my relatively low salary work for me. I had been thinking about launching a wage transparency button campaign for awhile. On April 10, 2018, on Equal Pay Day, I posted my hourly rate on Instagram. I've since created some art pieces dealing with my own personal financial reality--the pin project is an outgrowth of these works. When the NY Times published an article last month, “The Met Increases Its Pay to Guards to Address Covid-Related Shortages,” revealing the new higher starting pay of the Met’s security workforce, I finally decided it was time to embark on such a project. I believe I needed to take up where the article had left off and advance the conversation of what security guards have been earning for years of service. In my effort to promote greater wage transparency, however, I mean no disrespect to the people above me. I’m not pursuing this project out of anger or resentment toward my employer—on the contrary, it’s out of love, really, and a hope we can all move forward together to find common ground. I am enormously thankful and deeply grateful for everyone who ordered a button.

“On Break: Random Acts of Defiance in the Workplace”

I have found a whole new way to utilize my time and the big building I work in, with spaces not open to the public, to create these fleeting, spontaneous, surreptitious acts of deviance on my breaks. They started out as simple drawings but evolved and grew into something more complex. They are very exciting to make: with the clock ticking I’m sometimes crawling on all fours across floors, or using one shoe off as my tripod. Moving around emergency cones to avoid cameras. Dragging a roll of paper found in the trash in to the bathroom. They are as much found opportunities as frantic creations—with the added fear and anxiety of being caught. All of the images were created on weekends when less staff were around. In taking this guerrilla approach to art-making, I’m both stepping out of the limiting notions of what art is and how it can be made as well as what a typical workday is. I’m liberated from both worlds, able to make my own. If I can’t be a famous artist, at least I am trying to be a famous museum security guard.

 My sit-down throne is the most involved and personal piece I made in 2019 about my life and job as an artist and security guard working at the Metropolitan Museum of Art for a quarter century. It was created from a wooden deck chair, wood, tomato cage, foam, wire mesh, electrical ties, clear vinyl, 25 rhinestone buttons, a metal label made by a trophy manufacturer, and six battery-operated clocks--because a guard’s day revolves around time. I upholstered the original chair with salmon-colored dry cleaning bags, decorating the rest of it with clear ones. I had collected dry cleaning bags over many months from my female co-workers. The bags to me were like transparent disembodied bodies of bodies. I wanted to create something grand out of the most modest and personal of materials: a royal chair for working people, and a tribute to people who stand for a living and for their bodies that ache. A silly joke, I tell myself: tired guards guarding chairs they can’t sit in. I have a deep appreciation of all the overqualified and very diverse people that work in my department; after 25 years, their lives and stories have become a part of me. Collectively, all of the braided dry cleaning bags make up a self-portrait. Some people told me my piece reminded them of an electric chair, others said it was a memorial to our friend and co-worker David Barney. 
Label text: “Ceremonial Sit-Down Throne” 
Commemorating 25 years of standing guard
This piece is dedicated to my extended Met family In loving memory of David Barney
Special thanks to all the ladies in the locker room who donated their dry cleaning bags
No sitting please--museum quality

Biirthday Thing Number 50 
15' X 3' feet
Wood, wire mesh, blue foam, cable ties, twine, TVs, plastic dry cleaning and shopping bags, bottle caps, wine corks, artificial flowers, and other found objects.
Videos: Dumb Belle, 1:09, 2009 (front) I Burn For You, (back) 3:09, 2015


Tomorrow Is Another Day, 2014 
Found paper, adhesive, sharpe marker, wood, 8
' x 4'. Making being late an art form. This paper-airplane was made by collected "Late Notices" security guards receive if they are tardy to work. I also designed this dress to match the paper-airplane to wear at the opening.  it's fabric is digital printed.