A few years back I saw a video with Adrian Piper explaining that she was collecting her own detritus and preserving it via the Adrian Piper Research Archive Foundation. Mendi & Keith Obadike auctioned Keith’s Blackness on Ebay in the 90s. I reflect on other Black artists negotiating agency and survival. Then I think of Yoko Ono’s Cut Piece which is arguably about a sort of depression and the feeling where you no longer care to keep anything for yourself.
But selling my hair means something very different than the clothing. Hair sheds and grows. It’s a crop. A resource. I’m interested in thinking of one’s own body as a resource or commodity. If hair is a commodity, it is one that can be replenished.
The body on the other hand, is finite. Selling my image means just that. It’s an image. To me, it barely feels like mine. It’s a body that I own, that I’ve created and then captured via a camera. It now exists separate from me and can be reproduced ad infinitum. There’s comfort there. Also, if the Black female body must be commodified, why can’t the body it derives from have agency over its commodification?
From “The Coded Body” by E. Jane, originally published in The Offing: http://theoffingmag.com/enumerate/interview-in-fragments-with-artist-e-jane/
E. Jane is a conceptual artist and MFA candidate at the University of Pennsylvania.