A little picture series from when I transplanted blood into new containers for the Feminist Materialisms conference. Overdue, but still f-u-n. These were also some of the events leading to my understanding of the challenges of handling other people’s blood. I did this transfer in my mother’s brand-spanking-new kitchen without asking, so mother, if you’re reading, I’m sorry. You’ll be happy to know that I bleached the sh*t out of that tabletop afterwards and yes, I threw out the salad.
Transferring blood, an experimental story in pictures
Collected sanitary pads, plastic gloves, sandwich bags for sanitary pads, breast milk bags for blood.
Specimen A: collected sanitary pads.
Specimen B: blood, my own donation flown in from London and in need of transferal for aesthetic purposes.
Transferring specimen B.
Notice giant basil. Giant basil makes mother very happy.
Specimen C: Collected tampons with time stamp. The specimen was frozen upon collection.
Specimen C with container for transferal.
Observation: Gloves create protective/distancing surface between bodies.
Notice container for sanitary products. Mother: “you brought yoghurt from London?” Me: “No, that’s menstruation” Mother: “Oh… I’m just going to put that in the bathroom. Right here.”
First specimen transferred.
Specimen D: collected blood.
Transferring specimen D to breast milk bag. Blood has distinctly different color, more crimson with purple, than the blood I have collected before.
Note: Specimen D has distinctly different smell than specimen B.
Specimen transferred to jars for final installation.