OONA

RT @kikanicolela: We are all married to state surveillance 💯 This project by @madebyoona is so conceptually strong while being loads of fun and so well executed, with years of hard work behind it. absolutely unique 👏 and the wedding was the perfect climax. Congratulations also to @postanika for a brilliant curation.

✍️ In Fräulein: »MARRY ME, DEAR DAVID? Behind OONA’s Surveillance Love Story« »Who says you can't fall in love with someone who's watching you? On October 16, artist OONA staged a wedding to David, a surveillance officer she has never met, in London.« ↓

RT @yangwong: Collected this final letter to David from OONA's "Dear David" series. 💌

I have performed my part, as a VIP, photographing Oona on "her big day," as she "marries" her police voyeur (a man named David), who has dutifully monitored her on CCTV in the subway system of London at her behest for years—(via @madebyoona):

Dear David sex, surveillance & ownership: a thread about art. Ownership: we’ve become so subservient to surveillance that we forget: my image, my face, is not public property. it does not belong to the state. it is Mine. And if I want it, I will get it. It is my right, and so it is yours too. of course, true ownership is an illusion, but attention can easily be stolen. all it takes is a red dress and a veil. Surveillance & Sex: CCTV registers bodies as objects. Its stated goal is protection, but it is always operating in the past: never in the moment. On the London Underground, the most common violence against women is verbal sexual harassment. CCTV does nothing to stop it. It only looks, never listens. And yet, for all it knows (my face, my home address, my real name) the surveillance machine does not know my voice. The machine cannot hear. It does not want to listen. Object Tracking: In this footage, I am tracked like an object. The machine treats me like its property. It protects only passively. The visual effects of object blurring and tracking have been applied by the Transport for London - not me. A literal layer of objectification. which ties nicely into the idea that women regularly subject themselves to self-surveillance of their own bodies. women (although i do think this spreading to boys and men bc of socials) are constantly aware of the image of themselves - of how they will look on camera. it is a third party perspective of the body rather than a first person experience of the body in time and space. the cctv, the camera, has been internalized. of course to make an artwork so blatantly about surveillance and objectification would be missing all the fun OONA subversion, so instead Dear David is a love letter. A reaching behind the machine to the man who i've been corresponding with since I started performing on the underground back in 2018. If you like this artwork, you'll also like: Manu Luksch – Manifesto for CCTV Filmmakers Sophie Calle – The Hotel Angela King - Self-surveillance of womanhood Janet Cardiff – The Missing Voice (Case Study B) thank you for your attention. cc: @_second_guess @postanika @margaretonline @leahschrager @aljaparis @objktcom

did I really marry a man? Did I marry a camera? A machine? Or my art?

RT @_second_guess: 🔜 »The Ceremony: OONA & David« Two videos from their wedding performance confront the power dynamics of surveillance, consent, and the relationship between watcher and watched. The End. 💌 28 October 2026 • 6 PM CET

People say the perfect husband doesn’t exist. David proves them wrong. He is always present with me. Even when times get tough, he never looks away. He sees all of me. (And all of you…)

Hard to believe that just one week ago I married the surveillance state. the best compliment “after the performance, everyone talked about it the art” my art has meaning and ideas and I’m so grateful for all the people that partake in it with me.

RT @aljaparis: The moneyshot 📸

RT @_second_guess: Continue reading in Fräulein ↓ 🔗

RT @artontezos_: ✦ Til the Cameras Do Us Part ✦ “They say love is blind. David sees everything.” - OONA On 16 October, @madebyoona staged her wedding to the surveillance state. Her seven-year project “Dear David” ended with a question: what kind of relationship have we already agreed to? ↓

RT @omgidrawedit: I probably don’t say enough how much I fucking love my friends. The fact they are also some of the best artists in the world is also very cool.

we found love in a hopeless place, the underground

Dear David, I Do. Do You? my final letter to David. <<David, don’t you see, it is our destiny. Till the cameras do us part.>> for your viewing pleasure....

David and I have been busy consummating the wedding Will be back online tomorrow

This night & these people. I want to thank @postanika for curating dear David & dealing with me as a bridezilla. @aljaparis and @artontezos_ for being the home of this seminal body of work. @redbeardnft for supporting my practice & getting everyone at the show sparkles

RT @yangwong: 👰‍♀️

RT @_second_guess: 💌 Just married❣️ 💍 The Wedding: OONA & David 💔 Til the cameras do us part

RT @postanika: 💌 Just married❣️ 💍 The Wedding: OONA & David 💔 Til the cameras do us part

RT @elluba: The wedding of @madebyoona and David the CCTV manager 👰🏼‍♀️💍🎥 Until cameras do us part ❤️ Thanks @postanika @_hervisions_ @aljaparis @micolmicolmicol for a fun evening @shoreditcharts_ 😊🎉

RT @proofofgail: I love a good wedding @madebyoona @postanika @micolmicolmicol @_second_guess

RT @christianbok: Here I am at the wedding of Oona, photographing myself, as I appear on the CCTV monitor, which has kept me under surveillance during her ceremony—(for @madebyoona, et al.):

RT @christianbok: Postcard from "The Wedding of Oona"—(via @madebyoona):