An Invitation to Lubberland
Buried beneath the city of Cleveland is a prehistoric river known as Kingsbury Run. Before it was rerouted underground, itinerant workers made their home along its banks. During the depression of the 1890s, a “tramp census” conducted by John McCook indicated 6% of the population of the United States were itinerant. At that time Cleveland was regarded as a “hobo’s paradise” because of the gracious handouts itinerants would receive, and lenient treatment by the city’s police.
Map of the Kingsbury Run In Her Years of Splendor and Glory, 2010
During the Great Depression of the 1930s the itinerant population swelled to 30%, and the Kingsbury Run grew into a sprawling shantytown. However, a series of gruesome murders occurred along the Run, targeting the hobos. As a band-aid solution to stop the serial killings, the police department arrested and displaced the population, burning the neighborhood to the ground.
Lara Allen performs at the opening to MOCA Cleveland's Fall 2010 Exhibition on September 10, 2010.
Today, itinerant cultures both nationally and globally are being marginalized to the brink of extinction. The hobo census, a once a respected barometer for the American economy, is now obsolete.
Motivated by our current economic climate, I traveled the country by freight train, attempting to re-conduct McCook’s census, ultimately returning to Cleveland. By infiltrating the sewer system, I regained access to the forgotten Kingsbury Run. In search of the lost “hobo’s paradise” I followed the Run, beneath the streets of Cleveland, to its headwater.
An Invitation to Lubberland (Installation View), MOCA Cleveland, 2010
Process view, Duke Riley 2010
Installation Views
Process Views
Friendly workers in the yard gave us flashlights, water & long timbers to prop a boxcar door open.
I decided to spend the rest of the day reading a book by Jim Tully, legendary Ohio hobo/author..
…we were able to figure out a few places we could access the Run through the sewer system.
The construction of the tunnel varied as we passed beneath different sections of the city.
Hotel management sent photos to the museum & said we got cement all over the walls and down the drains.
But the manager pronounced ‘cement’ like CEE-MENT (kind of like on the Beverly Hillbillies).
So it was relayed to me that I was in trouble for spraying semen all over the walls of my hotel.
The giant salt piles near the mouth of the Kingsbury Run looked like the Great Rock Candy Mountains.
A remaining section of the Kingsbury Run as they were preparing to divert it underground, circa 1966.
Doubtful anyone would miss these old railroad spikes, but I turned it into a Rambo mission anyway.
Doubtful anyone would miss these old railroad spikes, but I turned it into a Rambo mission anyway.
The same song was interpreted into Harry McClintock’s hobo classic ‘The Great Rock Candy Mountains’.
‘Rock Candy’ was harvested from the Rock Candy Mountains a.k.a. the local Cleveland salt piles.