Our initial intention behind making Blueballed in Bushwick was to ‘fuck shit up’, an ambiguous desire that came from an infusion of hopelessness, apathy and ennui, mixed with adolescent-like angst. Upon beginning the project, we were met with guilt over these feelings and desires, which were hard to contextualize or justify, and vulnerability from the lack of anonymity and reprieves offered to release them; this ‘handicapping’ phenomenon became the focus of our project.
Having an opinion that has not already been manufactured, offered for consumption and agreed upon by the majority seems to be something our generation is currently struggling with. We’re a lot more preoccupied with tailoring our on and offline personas to constantly appear positive, inspirational and tastefully self promoting. Whether this stems from a complete lack of privacy provided by the internet where every recorded thought or action is traceable and for the most part, irreversible, apathy or the economy, the current lack of risk-taking across all mediums is definitely ‘a thing’. Our video is an attempt to visually represent this ‘thing’.
We used ‘Blueballed’ because there’s no release in our actions. Throwing around pre-existing trash doesn’t affect anything; it doesn’t help us exist in our environment and it doesn’t release frustration. Our initial attempt to ‘fuck shit up’ or do anything of impact becomes laughable (like our actions). By pacifying ourselves and our desires, we become ineffectual in our pursuit of change.