dc performance art

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Documentation of chukwumaa’s Intelli Gent See Ya (2013)

Performed at Transformer in Washington, DC. 

© E. Jane

I shot a lot of this performance in black and white film, meaning it’ll be at least two weeks before those photographs go up. In the meantime, here are some shots I got of the end of the performance. 

Rachel Hynes: "Just Put it Behind You" 5/3/2013

I watched the news reports this fall about the Colorado “Batman” shootings with horror and fear. “I can’t even imagine what that must have been like,” I thought, except, I could. In 2006 a man broke into my workplace and started shooting my co-workers. I was lucky and escaped out the back entrance unharmed. Five women were shot and one was killed;  hundreds of lives were shaken and traumatized, including mine. 

I was appalled that I should forget something that significant, but the truth is, in order to heal, in order for us to feel ok walking down the street to buy a loaf of bread and not go insane with anxiety, we have to forget. We have to find a way to move forward and put it behind us.

This is how I ended up special ordering 200 temporary tattoos of handguns for a durational performance called “Just Put It Behind You,” at the art opening for Art Crimes: The Gun Show at The Dunes on May 3rd.

The title is taken from the world of body workers and holistic healers, who have noted that people with unresolved emotional issues manifest as back problems, because they “just want to put it behind them.”

By necessity, we are wounded and must heal from each act of mass gun violence, but though we try to put each incident behind us, I believe that there is a cumulative effect on the American public.

Over the course of two hours, I would watch news reel after news reel of American mass shootings, while my assistant (Naima Ramos-Chapman), dressed in scrubs, gently applied temporary tattoos to my back, as though cleaning a wound. The after-effect was a small tattoo of a black handgun on my back, which cumulated over the course of two hours to include the backs of my arms, legs and soles of my feet. In between news footage reels, the assistant would guide me around the room, getting a drink at the bar, viewing the art, talking with patrons—all seemingly normal, until I turned and revealed a back full of handguns.

I don’t consider this piece to be adversarial, neither pro nor anti-gun, but a matter of Public Health. It’s a call for awareness that whether we realize it or not, our entire country’s sense of well-being is affected by these continued incidents and, hate engenders hate. The point at which normal people begin to do desperate things is when they feel their sense of security is threatened.