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“All artists, writers among them, have several stories—one might call them creation myths—that haunt and obsess them.”

—Edwidge Danticat

Perhaps America doesn’t exist, or it shouldn’t. The conditions of possibility for the assemblage of the United States are rooted and routed in settler-conquistador violence. This means that without the exploitation and dispossession of Indigenous lands, slavery and indentured servitude, war, and the surveillance of gender, the United States wouldn’t exist. The title of this exhibition, Fantasy America, is fitting for the moment we are in: a moment that is not necessarily new but one in which people have more access to the language that would allow them to recognize that the concept we have come to understand and accept as “America” might actually be a creation myth.

For someone like Andy Warhol—born a US citizen to immigrant parents in 1928—the promise of Americanity (the feeling of being included in America) was high. The artist was raised during the Great Depression, a time when futuristic envisioning and hope were necessary tools of survival. During these times America and Americanity were taking on a new meaning because of the Indian Citizenship Act of 1924 (also known as the Snyder Act), which granted US citizenship to all Indigenous people born in the United States.