Farmer John

Photographic representation of a performance, 2013

 

Drawing a parallel between the treatment of female cattle in the dairy industry and women's representation in mainstream visual culture, Farmer John works to prompt reflection to our connection and contribution to mutually accountable patriarchy and mass-consumerism; are we both the farmer and the herd?

 

 

Farmer John, milk my Tits!

Inject me, Inject me

So much so

That I no longer understand

What protect me, means

Bent, box, gutter, fist

A violation

Of artificial insemination

Farmer John, milk my Tits!

Take my babies away

And stomp on their heads

Turn them to veal

So you can be fed

Engorge my breasts

For a five year run

Then chop me up

For your store-bought bun

I have no name, I have only a number

I have no name, I have only a number

I have no name, I have only a number

Farmer John, milk my Tits!