OONA: Some Body to Love

A bride in white, a surveillance camera in her hands. What does it mean to say “I do” to something that would keep watching even if you said no? On 16 October 2026, the anonymous artist OONA symbolically married David, a CCTV data manager at Transport for London, and the surveillance state he represents in her work. The wedding performance, ’Til the Cameras Do Us Part, at London’s Shoreditch Arts Club marked the eighth and final chapter of Dear David: A Surveillance Love Story.

‍The relationship began with requests for footage. OONA performed in front of CCTV cameras on the London Underground, then exercised her right of access to obtain the recordings. Behind the infrastructure was someone who responded to her: David. Their email correspondence and the footage became material for videos and live performances.

Building on research that began in 2019, Dear David took shape in 2025, curated by Anika Meier for The Second-Guess; the video works, including two drawn from the wedding footage, were released as NFTs on the Tezos blockchain.

Simone Brauner. How have you been since the wedding?

OONA. Glowing, obviously. It was the wedding of the century, and the groom never took his eyes off of me. David never will. If I were writing a book, I’d title this chapter: OONA GETS EVERYTHING!

Simone Brauner. According to Liberty, the Metropolitan Police expects to install fixed live facial recognition cameras on Oxford Street this December. The technology compares faces against a police watchlist in real time, with officers reviewing possible matches.

How do you respond to this development? Does being watched feel different in New York than in London?

Sign, Police Facial Recognition checkpoint, Charing Cross Station, the Strand, Westminster, 2026-04-27 by gruntzooki, licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/

OONA. In both cities, surveillance gaslights privacy.

I <obviously> have quite a strong proclivity for privacy. That is because embedded in privacy, and uprooted in surveillance is the idea of consent: Privacy is the choice of what to share and with whom, surveillance doesn't ask at all. The most common response to criticism of expanding state surveillance like the ones you’ve mentioned is: “if you have nothing to hide, let them look.” First, it ignores consent altogether. The looker doesn’t have to ask permission, each time and at every level of intimacy. The face, I believe, is one of our more intimate parts. The lips, the chin, the shapes they make in sadness and in surprise, the way the mouth opens and the nose scrunches with laughter, and the clarity of one's eyes…these are intimate expressions of personhood.

And most iterations of the “if you have nothing to hide, let them look” argument assume equal visibility, as if looking were the same as being looked at. And, it never is. The watcher keeps the power, and the watched gets nothing.

Now add capital. What if that software were sold to private companies so they could work out who to market to on which street? Your face just existing becomes someone else’s revenue. The face and the body become raw material, shares without equity. This isn’t hypothetical, btw. Retail facial recognition already exists. Most of us don’t realize what our image is worth, which is why we give it away so easily. Lucky for OONA, her face is private.

So my thinking: you own your image; your image is your property. If it’s being used to generate value ($ or political), you are entitled to some of that value and should have a seat at the (cap) table determining its worth and rights.

Simone Brauner. The instinct might be to avoid the cameras. You stepped into their view, performed for them and requested the footage. What drew you to do this, and how much control did you have over the resulting images?

OONA. Truth is, I had no money for film equipment, videographers, lights, or even a studio space. So I decided I would make the state surveillance infrastructure on the tube my video equipment. I didn't know David would also become my video editor.

With regard to my influence over the videos, I have very little control. David decides what to give back to me and which camera angles to supply. In 2024 I found out TfL was trialling AI algorithms on the tube. One alert was triggered when a passenger’s hands went above their head, a stand-in for “aggressive behaviour” because the algorithm cannot classify "aggression”. The system isn’t so emotionally intelligent. So I walked the platform with my arms up. David didn’t give me that footage.

Other rules had no defined label, but one clear target: the houseless. "Alert staff if someone sits on the platform for more than 10 minutes, or sits at the station's entrance.” None of this is new. "Surveillance as social sorting" is David Lyon’s phrase, and Norris and Armstrong’s The Maximum Surveillance Society (1999) showed CCTV operators already targeting people by class and race. The AI automates an old sorting logic. The promise of safety never applied to everyone equally.

So I lay on a bench for over 10 minutes. The algorithm alerted staff, and a TfL employee came to speak with me. David never released that footage either.

So, what did I control? The performance and the trigger. I staged my body in various places on the underground where I thought the cameras would catch me. I played with my clothes, each gown matched the colour of the line. Black for the Northern, pink for Hammersmith & City line, green for District line and so on. What I never controlled was the recording; only David does that.

Simone Brauner. What happens to your body when you know the camera is watching? Does performing free you from the pressure to behave in a certain way, or does it create another form of self-control?

OONA. One of the lines in the first letter to Dear David, I’ve Been Looking for You is “I have a peculiar superpower, always perform for the camera, know the camera’s angle, I am never not aware of the image of myself. So much so that I've turned this into a sort of career.”

I can feel a camera on my skin, it’s an evolutionary skill that evolved from once being animals of prey. Science has confirmed that, but I never needed science to know it was a talent. The camera as a predator is not my idea, but it's one I play extensively with in Dear David and my practice.

We all change when there is a camera in the room, science can confirm that too if you need it to.

And my body does the same thing as everyone’s. It becomes aware of the image of itself, it edits, it asks what the watcher wants to see, it is aware of the attention. Performing doesn’t free me from that. It moves me from unconscious self-control to conscious control.

Simone Brauner. You turn the system that records your body into a tool for making art. Could that sense of self-determination lead you to make peace with something you wanted to question?

OONA. There’s this line in Dear David, It’s A Spoilt World: "If a body is prey, it is also bait, so I'll wait here like a fish on a line and reel it.”

Not sure I'm looking to make peace, I quite like the curiosity of something that can never be concluded. I’m scratching at ownership with all my work, what it means to own one's body, what the body consents to, but they’re not questions I think I'll ever fully answer. Or problems I will solve.

So instead I choose to have fun with the lopsided power dynamics of gender and visibility. To make wild art about it.

I also particularly like that Dear David consists of my own CCTV footage on public transport, material that was originally government property being made private and now public on the Tezos blockchain. That subversion of privacy and visibility on a public ledger is another way of asking “who owns this?”

Simone Brauner. Imagine David published Dear OONA, the story of your correspondence from his perspective. What role do you think you would play in it?

OONA. It would start as a fun story for David to tell at the pub, and then a royal pain in the arse, with a little "how long will she keep at it” in the middle. One time David told me my SAR request would take three months of labour for them to process and I just wrote back, "Brilliant! Thank you!” Then at Christmas, I sent him Fortnum & Mason champagne, strawberries and truffles, and TfL internal affairs flagged it, because civil servants can’t accept gifts over £20.

I hope he knows I’m not actually in love with him. I think he’s smart enough to see the commentary, he did call the work “really thought-provoking!!!”

When I invited him to our wedding, he must have thought I was mad. <David, I know you’re reading this, you would have loved it!>

OONA & David: The Wedding. Til the Cameras Do Us Part, performance, Shoreditch Arts Club, 16 October 2026. Courtesy of the artist and The Second-Guess. Photo by Jennifer Moyes

Simone Brauner. Surveillance would continue even if you said no. What does saying “I do” allow you to express that refusing could not?

OONA. The audience officiated the wedding.

They asked “David, do you take OONA as your wife?”

I replied “David cannot speak.”

They asked “OONA do you take David as your husband?”
And in my big white wedding dress, I shouted “yes!”

And we all know, the relationship was never optional. The cameras were watching before I said yes, and they’ll keep watching after. What I get to choose is the terms of my presence. The part I like most about Dear David is its humour and absurdity. And how both can be used as tools to acknowledge “OONA is insane” and make us question: is the expansion of state surveillance and the constant monitoring of our bodies not also insane?

OONA & David: The Wedding. Til the Cameras Do Us Part, performance, Shoreditch Arts Club, 16 October 2026. Courtesy of the artist and The Second-Guess. Photo by Anika Meier

OONA
NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT
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i understand this is a performance.
i will serve as a witness.
i consent to have my image taken.
i agree to read aloud when asked.
i will not look away.
i understand that
i am being watched, and that it is an honour.

if you do not consent, we will provide you with a "fragile" sticker. your image will still be taken.

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