Kathryn Smith
Is hugely influential
gested in her 2005 article “Iconic autopsy: postmortem portraits of Bantu Stephen Biko” (published in a special edition of the journal African Arts) that Stopforth’s graphic techniques “disrupt detached viewing”. Our experience is a kind of looking that is tactile, penetrative, what I would call a forensic gaze.
Forensic photographs embody a beguiling paradox: they perform as evidence, yet they are not self-evident. We demand that they act as arbiters of empirical data, while knowing they are technological constructions that require expert interlocution to reveal their truths.
Elegy’s impact on my childhood idea of what art could be – do even – was formative, not least because it was through an embodied connection with an image that I later learned of the existence and significance of its subject.
Elegy could be said to represent the critical co-ordinates of my creative and intellectual life, which has been consistently involved with ideas of the body as image and as experience, evidence and affect, absence and presence.
This work feeds the tensions I perceive between conceptions of identity and technologies of identification, the revelatory and obfuscatory powers of archives, the capacity of objects to be simultaneously loquacious and mute. It is productive to think through Elegy as a sort of conceptual and ethical compass.
Did this image subconsciously navigate my earliest tussles with school teachers who insisted that Colin Richards’s ‘Veils’, on which he imprinted facsimiles of images of the cell in which Steve Biko was tortured. my mutual inclination towards both visual art and forensic pathology was at worst impossible and at best, deeply conflicted? Did it silently guide me, many years later, from Durban to Johannesburg, and to the Wits Fine Arts department, where I would encounter an influential tutor who insisted the opposite, and who showed me how it could be so?
That tutor was Colin Richards. I would later discover that he’d had his own powerful encounters with images of Biko’s body, twice. The first was while working as a medical illustrator at Wits in the late 1970s. The second was as a deliberate confrontation with his perceived complicity in the administration of Biko’s death. The outcome he presented as the multi-part work, Veils (1996).
Here Richards employs a representation of the Biblical “veil of Veronica”, a piece of cloth onto which the face of a suffering Christ was reportedly imprinted. As an analogue “print” made directly from a source, it is considered to be the first photograph. On his recrafted veils, Richards instead imprinted facsimiles of images of the cell in which Biko was tortured, and two macroscopic pathology photographs which do not belong to a specific body (yet they are Biko).
In an interview with Richards in 2004, he suggested that “Illustration is a hinge between the linguistic and the visual, and it can turn many ways”. This is particularly true of forensic images. Their simultan- eous ability to be authoritative and obtuse is the source of their potency and fallibility.
Publishing images of corpses is regarded as something which requires very careful management, lest such dissemination is seen to either objectify or profit from the deceased. Like public shaming, such exposure can turn many ways. And that line is thin indeed.
The figure in Elegy is not visually identifiable as Biko. This has two possible effects, neither of which are easy: sublimating his identity counts as yet another violation of the historical specificity of Biko as an individual. Protecting his identity could be considered a sensitive choice – a tactical dehumanisation.
In many ways, Elegy tests the very limits of representational politics. After all, it’s yet another instance of a violated black man represented by his social and political opposite, an artist who embodies apartheid’s privileged classes, specifically the white, patriarchal subject position it worked to strengthen and maintain.
Should this difficulty make us avert our gaze or even more seriously, reject the image? I cannot, because its effect on me now is as potent as it was three decades ago: the sharp, sour shock of touching your tongue on a battery.
Significant events are unlikely to rise to public consciousness without a visual record, and recent events in South Africa have demonstrated the extraordinary productive and destructive power of images. A direct response to the atrocities of its moment, Elegy reflects on political oppression, those tasked with propagating the abuse of state power and those set up to bear such abuse. It represents processes of concealment and revelation with very real social and political consequences. – The Conversation