My America was Wisconsin summers eating red, white, and blue popsicles that melted in sticky streaks coating your fist. My cousins and I wore cotton Old Navy t-shirts with big striped flags printed on the front and ran around outside in the yard. I always stood up for the pledge of allegiance.

I got older and questioned the history of the place I lived and wondered about the troublesome past, but remained optimistic. I was ten when Barack Obama was first elected. My parents cried, they were so happy. My dad drove down to Chicago in our van that night with his friends in thick coats to see the new first family.

Eight years and I grew older, I learned more. My gilded vision of this country began to deteriorate but the Obama’s spoke of hope and I believed them.

I voted from California with a Wisconsin absentee ballot last November of 2016. Despite my voice, Wisconsin gave it’s ten electoral votes to Donald Trump and Mike Pence. Theses ten electoral votes were key in the subsequent presidential election of Donald Trump. My optimism halted and was replaced with shame and fear of the unknown.

Now I, like many young people, feel a confusing menagerie of emotions towards the place we call home. It is a visceral time. There is inherent anxiety with the obligation of activism. There is stress with this huge and unwanted burden of a historically intolerant and underserved presidency. My friends say they want to move away but also can’t imagine a different reality. The repercussions of the next four years are stained into this country and into ourselves.

The relationship that young progressive Americans have to the United States is heavier now- more complicated, an oxymoronic combination of resentment and gratefulness. In the spring of 2017 the hope Obama spoke of has reversed and there is now a omnipresent questioning of greatness. These photographs investigate the multi faceted and confusing yet inevitable relationship that this young demographic- fifty-five percent of which voted for Hillary Clinton, has to the overall concept of America in the age of Trump. These images are surreal and saturated, dreamlike like the months following the night of November 8th. They explore what it is to be a young American as the leader of the country unravels the last eight years.

The Star Spangled Banner is red, white, and blue.We strangely loved these colors but despite everything, they have let us down.


1. Day Off (They’re Never, They’re Purple), 2017 

2. Love On 4th Of July, 2017
3. Chlorine, 2017
4. Eight Years, 2017

5. Three-Oh-Six (But Negative Three Million), 2017 

6. We Never Asked For This, 2017

7. Elusive (You Promised), 2017
8. A Great America, 2017

9. Thoreau Elementary (Not Like The Old Days), 2017 10. Dancer (Ill-fitting)

11. California Isn’t The Midwest, 2017 

12. Heavy Elephants, 2017
13. ’73 And Me, 2017

14. Breakfast (Empty Stomach), 2017 

15. Popsicle, 2017

16. Protest Aftermath, 2017 17. Gilded, 2017 

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