Monday, May 9, 2022

 A Troublesome Inheritance

 "Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part”

Curated by Asha Iman Veal

"A Troublesome Inheritance“ is inspired by an eponymous letter written by Graham Coop Davis (Professor of evolution and ecology at the University of California) to the editor of the New York Times in 2014, in support of David Dobbs’ review of Nicholas Wade’s “A Troublesome Inheritance: Genes, Race and Human History” 2014. The letter was initially signed by 139 geneticists of diverse race, ethnicity, nationality etc. and provides a united front to the fight against the resurgence of scientific racism being pushed by persons on the right-wing of the political divide. It is indeed an egalitarian gesture that is necessary to counter pseudo truths aimed at entrenching fallacies of racial hierarchies.

My installation is a visual commentary on Nicholas Wade’s “A Troublesome Inheritance: Genes, Race and Human History”. It adapts Wade’s title with a slight twist, making it  “A Troublesome Inheritance: Genes Race and Human History, Art Review”. In line with my practice, this textual adaptation is translated into braille form and this braille form is further translated into a sculptural installation made with wooden frames, chrome balls on wax-print cloth, and LED lights activated by motion sensors. The adapted text in braille form results in 139 braille dots, hence 139 chrome balls in an expanded sense.

Another silent yet present feature in this installation-as-commentary is the subtle reference to the duplicated mythical Sankofa bird stamped in the wax print proposed by the philosopher kąrî’kạchä seid’ou in his curatorial statement for exhibition “Silence between the Lines: Anagrams of emancipated Futures” 2015. seid’ou proposes a new reading in the duplicated mythical bird as “attempts to grasp what it might have forgotten from futures that are to come”. This is a departure from the notion of the lone Sankofa as understood in historisist-contextualist terms as he describes it. It is in this spirit of emancipated futures that this installation finds its critical voice in the collective critique of commodified racial narratives espoused in the curatorial ethos of the exhibition "Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part”. The show is Curated by Asha Iman Veal at the Museum of Contemporary Photography Chicago (MoCP). 





Kelvin Haizel A Troublesome Inheritance, Installation detail. Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part,
at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago (MoCP Chi). 2022. Image courtesy MoCP


Kelvin Haizel A Troublesome Inheritance, Installation view. Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part,
at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago (MoCP Chi). 2022. Image courtesy MoCP

Kelvin Haizel A Troublesome Inheritance, Installation view. Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part,
at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago (MoCP Chi). 2022. Image courtesy MoCP

Kelvin Haizel A Troublesome Inheritance, Installation detail. Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part,
at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago (MoCP Chi). 2022. Image courtesy Casey Hayward

Kelvin Haizel A Troublesome Inheritance, Installation detail. Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part,
at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago (MoCP Chi). 2022. Image courtesy Casey Hayward

Kelvin Haizel A Troublesome Inheritance, Installation detail. Beautiful Diaspora/ You are Not the Lesser Part,
at the Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago (MoCP Chi). 2022. Image courtesy Casey Hayward






Sunday, April 25, 2021

Birdcall961:Appendix C (2020)

 Birdcall961:Appendix C 

Produced on site at the Stellenbosch Triennial Curators’ Exhibition in 2020


Birdcall961: Appendix C was produced on site at the Stellenbosch Triennial ‘Curators Exhibition’, 2020. It is an 18m x 6m x 2m multiple mediums installation. This project is a kind of montage that brings together four image forms (a reportage video, charcoal drawing, an LED light drawing, and brailled pictures) to cohabit the same surface. All these forms have a mock-documentary characteristic that alludes to the hijacked Ethiopian airplane which crash-landed in the Comoros Island (1996). In line with my practice of de-centering the ocular as the privileged mode of accessing images, this constellation, further complicate the experience of image through sonic and tactile forms. The image forms at play are transformed into unsure immanent things through the artistic decisions that bring them onto one surface.









All images by Kelvin Haizel

Babysitting A Shark In A Coldroom

Babysitting A Shark In A Coldroom

From the solo exhibition (2019) resulted from wining the Vontobel award for young contemporary photography. Curated by Urs Stahel and Luisa Baselgia


Kelvin Haizel. Babysitting A Shark in A Coldroom, 2018. Four channel video installation on economy class airplane seats and still pictures mounted on dibond. Installation view. Image credit: Bene

This body of work which includes video installation and photography, was developed in the Comoros Island while exploring the idea of encounters in unfamiliar geographies. I travelled to all four islands of the Comoros archipelago (Ngazidja, Nzuani, Mwali and Maore) in two separate visits to experience the island region which I first heard about through the Aljazeera documentary “Island of Death” which captures the migration crisis occasioned by the French annexation of the Mayotte. Surprisingly the archipelago, which is hardly ever visible even on geographic maps became the center of attention in 1996 until it went back into relative obscurity. On November 23rd that fateful day the Ethiopian airline flight 961 which was hijacked twenty soon after it took off, crash-landed in its waters. It made headlines because it was the most fatal airplane hijacking incident prior to the 9/11 attacks. To make the fatal event even worse for the obscured island, the need to preserve 124 bodies from 15 different countries meant that the only coldroom on the island had to be converted into a temporal morgue. This resulted in the collapse of the SOCOVIA cold-room after it housed the corpses. It also affected the major source of economic activities for the youth on the island.

I staged this performative photographic series in that now-defunct coldroom for the series titled Babysitting A Shark In A Coldroom, inspired by the hijacking and an comic illustration by Baba Yussif, a Comorian activist, whose work critique the continued French occupation of Mayotte. Additionally, I filmed the ocean from where the crash occurred and superimposed transcripts of conversations between the hijackers and the pilot onto the video. Together with a downloaded news reportage of the crash captured by a tourist on the beach, I installed both videos on four decommissioned economy class airplane seats.

The project produces its own fictions based on these encounters with such events, places, people, language, narratives, and so on. At the same time it escapes the dependency on such encounters for its meaning by allowing the play of multiple image forms to become the fulcrum of engagement.

Kelvin Haizel. Babysitting A Shark in A Coldroom, 2018. Four channel video installation on economy class airplane seats and still pictures mounted on dibond. Installation view. Image credit: Bene

Kelvin Haizel. Babysitting A Shark in A Coldroom, 2018. Four channel video installation on economy class airplane seats and still pictures mounted on dibond. Installation detail. Image credit: Bene

Kelvin Haizel. Babysitting A Shark in A Coldroom, 2018. Four channel video installation on economy class airplane seats and still pictures mounted on dibond. Installation detail. Image credit: Bene

“Our present theme « to dream, to imagine » brings the concept of virtual time’ to my mind. And the image that goes with it is artist Kelvin Haizels « Babysitting a Shark in a Coldroom » (2018) photography series.
For me the image, with all its paradoxes, impossibilities and contradictions, speaks to the radically new laws of visuality, of perception, and of cognition by which our digital paradigm sets for us. Truth is vital and necessary. But the experience of the world today, especially in terms of images, renders the classical truth-false binary inadequate.

The digital image (whether pictorial, sound, gestural, or in any other codified form) connects us to infinite dimensions in terms of time and space. Therefore to dream or to imagine in a world such as this could be a very powerful and emancipatory gesture.”

Text by curator and writer Kwasi Ohene-Ayeh as part of his virtual project in collaboration with LABO148 titled New Cartographies: Letters from the Whole World” (2020-2021) on the theme to dream, to imagine

Works in this installation

BASIC I, No. 1-15, 2018 Inkjet print mounted on oval-cut dibond 38.7 x 58.4cm each.

BASIC II, 1-6, 2018 Inkjet print mounted on dibond 92.6 x 139.7cm each

Birdcall961: Appendix B, 2018 Two-channel video installation with aircraft seats. 16.05min



Saturday, April 24, 2021

Maria Kappel Blegvad in conversation with Kelvin Haizel

 



                                       

Kelvin Haizel "Ironing Out Difference" Shown in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned" at the ARoS Aarhus Art Museum.
 Installation view. Image by Anders Sune Berg and ARoS Aarhus Art Museum 

Maria Kappel Blegvad: Ironing Out difference, is presented in this exhibition. It features twenty-four ironing boards covered in canvas besmeared with abstract Pollock-like markings. On the surfaces of these you have added images in orange, all with identical wooden frames in the size of an iPad. When looking closely at these, one sees that you have also embossed text in Braille. Why have you chosen to work with all these layers and various kinds of styles in a single piece? How does this mixture of elements connect to the title? And finally, what does the Braille text refer to or say? 

Kelvin Haizel: It looks like you made sure to load your glove with enough questions before swinging, but I will do my best to spar with you. To begin with, I must say you describe the formal elements pretty well and I suppose the associations you make by referencing attitudes of the post-war art (Euro-American specifically) from the 1950s until their transitioning from the Modernist epoch into contemporary art proper occurred pass quite well. But since I situate my practice in the contemporaneity, I think I can get away with one cliché by asking us to look for the devil in the detail. Beyond formalist readings, which could even lead one astray into the allusions to Pollock, Ironing out difference could in multiple folds be a proposition to iron out differences (pun intended). It can also be stretched out to be an invitation to engage a discourse of difference, perhaps more intensively, on both symbolic and material textures. The series of paintings/objects is born out of my keen observation and fascination with transactional processes from commercial paint retailers in Accra and Kumasi, Ghana. These retailers mix paint according to the specifications of the individuals who are their clients. Whether it is for a person buying paint in a small tin or a business concern buying in bulk, such as the quantities needed to paint multicomplexes, these retailers serve their clients with great attention. What is more fascinating is that these retailers test each mixture of paint on the walls at the entrance of their stores. These colour swabs then create complex layers of paint over the years. It was these non-art procedures that I appropriated into my own process. I distributed raw canvases to these retailers across the cities of Accra and Kumasi and asked them to smear their paint swabs onto the canvases instead of on their walls. Thus, a certain direct correlation between painting as mark making and painting as a by-product of an economic activity emerged out of the engagement, which resulted in the canvases that you refer to as ‘pollockesque’. What one might consider painted canvases covering the ironing boards are a by-product of these commercial processes from the local paint retail economy. Devoid of any notion of representation, the gestures are somehow ‘pure’ in the sense that they emanate from people who are going about their business with no recourse to artistry. The work takes off from this economic basis on which the layers build up with each transaction. Stretching them over the top of the ironing board is a droll way to transliterate the verbal expression of ‘ironing out differences’ into a sculptural dimension on the one hand and also a way to introduce text to the sculptural object on the other, since the dock provides an island for that. As you rightly described, the dock, which would have been the part that receives the most heat, now bears Braille elements, being paragraphs taken from various portions of Dr Kwame Nkrumah’s Consciencism: Philosophy and Ideology for De-Colonization (1964). And it was purposefully selected because of Nkrumah’s proposal of a materialist approach to egalitarian politics in this book. But that is as far as I go in volunteering further information on the Braille element. The form invites publics to learn the language system in order to access what is referenced, otherwise it is equally valid to engage them as pictures or perhaps veils with nothing behind them. It hints at the responsibility of learning as a necessary step to flatten out the creases (to wit, ironing out differences), in order to better engage one another. Will you consider my dance steps as a fair attempt or need I bust more moves?
Kelvin Haizel "Ironing Out Difference" Shown in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned" at the ARoS Aarhus Art Museum. 
 Installation detail. Image by Anders Sune Berg and ARoS Aarhus Art Museum 

Kelvin Haizel "Ironing Out Difference" Shown in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned" at the ARoS Aarhus Art Museum. 
 Installation detail. Image by Anders Sune Berg and ARoS Aarhus Art Museum 
Kelvin Haizel "Ironing Out Difference" Shown in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned" at the ARoS Aarhus Art Museum. 
 Installation detail. Image by Anders Sune Berg and ARoS Aarhus Art Museum 

MKB: Thanks a lot, I am very pleased with your thorough answers and deft dance around my many questions. With regards to the latter, I understand that I have to do some mental exercise and learn Braille in order to receive the last key required to unlock the final layer of your piece. However, if I may, I have one last question in my glove that I would like to throw in your direction. Could you please explain why you, in addition to the ironing boards, also chose to add a series of light bulbs installed with motion sensors so that they light up whenever someone enter the space. 

KH: First of all, this light installation is part of a new body of work that I am currently developing tentatively described as “highlights and exposures”. This series of sculptural installations are similarly created by translating parts of ‘important’ texts into Braille form and following the logic of cell arrangements in Braille to produce what I will think of as  “estranged sculptural forms” made with lightbulbs and other materials. Lightheartedly the work borrows from the attitude of ‘highlighting’ essential words, statements or arguments whilst reading. So one is literally encountering a highlight when you are exposed to this constellation. But it also finds a reading in photographic language where highlights are produced, resultant to exposures. The motion sensor is present to activate that exposure, the moment of encounter with light. Perhaps we can think of it as another kind of photographic apparatus but one that does not translate subjects into ‘corpses’. 

Kelvin Haizel "Ironing Out Difference" Shown in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned" at the ARoS Aarhus Art Museum. 
 Installation view. Image by Anders Sune Berg and ARoS Aarhus Art Museum 

Kelvin Haizel "Ironing Out Difference" Shown in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned" at the ARoS Aarhus Art Museum. 
 Installation detail cropped. Image by Anders Sune Berg and ARoS Aarhus Art Museum 

Note
This interview was originally published in "This is Not Africa: Unlearn What You Have Learned"  exhibition catalogue. The exhibition opened to the public on 21st April 2021 at the ARoS Aarhus Kunstmuseum in Denmark 







Sunday, May 31, 2020

Ironing Out Difference




Five years ago I started some experiments, hanging canvases on the walls of paint retail shops across Accra and Kumasi (two of the largest cities in Ghana). In these shops, the workers manually mix the desired paint colors and test them on their walls for their clients. As a result, there is always a buildup of layers of paint which I find very unusual and exciting. Various textures (visual and tactile) begin to form from the buildup over time. In many ways, it inspired a way to return to painting that might be closely associated with the traditional medium itself but at the same time depart from it in other formal ways. The sort of artistic intent or gesturing associated with painting is relinquished to the dictates of spontaneous testing. The picture is not determined by an artistic intent, but as a consequence of people’s desires to give their walls a new look plugged into the economy of paint. It is a kind of picture that evolves from an "unthought thought, a thought that cannot be attributed to the intention of the one who produces it" to borrow the words of Jacques Ranciere[i]. What pictures does the economy of paint paint? How do I evolve from here? Some experiments are underway. This is just a sneak-peek into my studio. 


Note


[i] See Jacques Rancière, "The Emancipated Spectator (Verso,2009)






Friday, May 1, 2020

Kwasi Ohene-Ayeh in conversation with Kelvin Haizel: on Imaging, Imagining, Dreaming, and more.



Kwasi Ohene-Ayeh (IUB): What does it mean for you to be able to dream and/or exercise imagination in the context of your artistic work?

Kelvin Haizel (KH): My art practice revolves around the image (in both still and moving form) and just like dreams or imagination, gravity can give way to the free flow of signs in these spaces. The 1992 Hollywood film “Death Becomes Her” directed by Robert Zemeckis, and starring Meryl Streep (as Madeline), Bruce Willis (as Dr. Menville), and Goldie Hawn (as Helen) offers an excuse to respond. In the plot, both Madeline and Helen drink a potion which gives them eternal youthfulness, on condition that they take care of their bodies. But what they soon find out is that they became living corpses of themselves after drinking the potion. Their eternal youthfulness is only preserved through death. And since they no longer had Dr. Menville to run routine repairs on their bodies they became Frankensteins of their old selves. In the closing scene, they both fall from a staircase and break into several parts, and Helen’s severed head asks Madeline’s where she parked their car. Isn’t this potion akin to photography in its attempt at preserving life only by bringing death to its subjects (àla Barthes)? In essence, they enter a space where natural laws do not apply. They became photographs. They escape reality to where gravity has no hold on what is possible. And isn’t that exactly what dreams, imagination and even nightmares, afford the living? Perhaps it is the way dreams and imagination, like images, can circumvent the force of gravity, that offers the most liberating potential for me in my practice.

IUB: In a way, what you describe reminds me of Oscar Wilde's novel 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' where a semblance of eternity is preserved in a painted portrait. How does this perspective you derive from mediums such as photography and cinema (with the literary example as well) shape your conception of time-- literal, virtual, fantasy, etc?

KH: It is interesting you mention ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’. Although I am yet to read Oscar Wilde’s novel, I have treated myself to the 2009 British fantasy-horror drama film titled ‘Dorian Gray’ after Wilde. In this film, the young Dorian Gray’s painted portrait is not only a representation of him, but it also becomes the real thing that ages (affected by time) while Dorian himself remains youthful (the perfect picture). However, whatever Dorian Gray does affects his portrait. For example, when he cuts himself, it is the portrait that bleeds. This is to say that the Picture is not just a dead or frozen moment in time; it lives parallel to, participates in, and affects reality. It is an eternity that lives in the temporal. Something even more exciting happens; Dorian’s scars prior to the portrait also disappears. Although eternity is, in a sense, a moment which lasts forever (unchanging), his is an eternity that goes through changes. It is as though the picture crosses over to the mortal world to edit itself— like an eternal God coming to die and resurrect. One could relate it to how pictures of today cross over from screens into our literal space as Hito Steyerl suggests. We could also turn to the contest between Zeuxis and Parrhasius for a second. Just as the judge of Zeuxis’ genius was signaled by a bird, Dorian’s decaying portrait was hinted at by maggots. Furthermore, in Zeuxis’ painting, the bird flies into an illusion of painted grapes, whereas in Dorian’s portrait one maggot drops from the portrait and lands in front of Dorian. In this sense, the portrait does not only pierce through the screen into reality, but reality also pierces into the eternal picture to affect it. Time in this regard is not conceived as moving from The Flintstones to The Jetsons, but in the more complex sense of heterochrony. I guess these are some of the things I pay attention to as I decoy images in my work.

IUB: Right, Wilde’s novel comes to terms with such immanently conflicting notions of time. Taking you up on the “decoy”, how exactly has this technique been employed in your work? Since your oeuvre involve layering various image forms, perhaps you could demonstrate through a particular work how this is achieved?

KH: I’m glad you took the bait! My most recent work “Birdcall 961: Appendix C” (2020) which was presented at the maiden Stellenbosch Triennial earlier this year should suffice. In this project, a line drawing is made by cutting a path into an 18m wall of plasterboard and lighted with an LED light strip. It appears to be a light drawing (another kind of photograph). And the path is also not arbitrary, it is a transcription of the path made by the Ethiopian airline flight 961 as it hovered in the sky until it crash-landed in the Comoros Island (1996). The path indexes hours of movement plotted into a single moment. It becomes a bundle of time spread out before one’s senses. No longer a succession of unfolding activities. Unlike a ‘whatever-Wood’ film where centuries are compressed into two hours on the big screen, here, not even a millisecond is lost. The entire duration of the hijacking ordeal is encountered in a single burst of light. In principle, this could even be an experience that relates to, and at the same time surpasses, real-time processing given that while the light drawing is only a skeuomorph, it is also a bunch of codes that temporarily find their material expression in the LED lights and plasterboard in the exhibition. There are no delays, the codes transcribe duration without breaks, the moving image becomes one with the still, duration becomes an event.


Kelvin Haizel. "Birdcall961: Appendix C". Stellenbosch Triennial, 2020. Installation view. Dimensions:18m x 6m x 2m. Image credit: Kelvin Haizel


Kelvin Haizel. "Birdcall961: Appendix C". Stellenbosch Triennial, 2020. Installation detail. Dimensions:18m x 6m x 2m. Image credit: Kelvin Haizel

IUB: Did this work involve sound?
KH: Indeed, not only sound but the tactile sensation of braille-as-image is also brought unto the same surface to complete and perhaps complicate the total picture. Siding with other senses to escape
the “stifling hegemony of sight” (Bonaventure Ndikung)i, my approach to the image has always been, however subtle, to disturb this over-dependence on the ocular. In the work cited above, transcripts of the conversation between hijackers of the airplane and the pilots were translated into brail form and fixed unto the same surface occupied by the light drawing. In this way, sound finds its loudest expression in image terms via the silent tactility of the brail form.



Kelvin Haizel. "Birdcall961: Appendix C". Stellenbosch Triennial, 2020. Installation detail. Dimensions:18m x 6m x 2m. Image credit: Kelvin Haizel

IUB: Fascinating. It seems to me that the image operations at play in Birdcall 961: Appendix C — whether as sound, felt, still, or moving— at once point to sources beyond themselves, in terms of the quasi-documentary approach, while moving beyond this kind of conformism to verisimilitude with the freedoms exercised in the artistic decisions to transform them into ambivalent image-things in their own right. Now let me zoom in on your work with moving images. The postproduction work Bangbang33ii (2016) is a silent video where you summon a similar poetics by highlighting the tensions at play between still and moving images. Tell us about the techniques and methods used in this work as well.

KH: Sure, but please permit me to take a slight detour before I jump into this piece. In Thomas Neil’s attempt to offer a kinetic theory of the imageiii, he dismisses the conception of the image as mimetic, a representation, a copy, and so on; to which I also subscribe. He proposes that the image is “the mobile process by which matter folds and reflects itself into various structures of sensation and affection”. Essentially it is a folded matter. Image is then not extrinsic to material, it is, in fact, all material. My approach to the work Bangbang33 shares a similar logic. To produce another possibility of a material manifestation of the image received by way of digital technology. The piece is a 20minutes moving image developed from an initial 1.32 seconds 720p video, downloaded from YouTube. The otherwise hurried viewing of the latter is substituted for the delayed contemplation of the former. By increasing the duration of the video from 1.32 seconds to 20 minutes on the editing timeline, the moving image slowed down completely into what seemed like still frames pulsating into being. What would have been sensed in seconds now lasts 20 minutes and moves at a painfully slow pace causing the frames to behave at certain moments as if it is a still composition. Also, it remains a “poor image” per the class system of images as it gains weight in terms of file size (something associated with HD, 4K, and other higher classes of images). One could say, its digital matter had folded unto itself too many times through the duplication process the video goes through as duration expands. In effect, its weight inhibits mobility; both as moving image sensed on a screen, and as a digital file to share from one device to another. Consequently, Bangbang33 approached stasis as it gained weight relative to duration. To infer from Neil’s proposition then, Bangbang33 is paradoxically matter folded unto itself too many times, thus appearing both as still and moving image.



Kelvin Haizel. “Bangbang33”,2016. Exhibited in Spectacles. Speculations... 2018. 20 minutes. Video still. 60' flatscreen monitor. Installation view. Image courtesy Kelvin Haizel.

IUB: And so, in a sense, this visual image is always in the process of becoming: it is both still image and moving image, and not any of them in particular. Let us move on now to the braille. How did this felt image come to factor into your system of montages and what does it give to your work?

KH: It was initially a gift from a friend which took my interest in that direction. In 2016, while developing a piece with sign language at the Disabilities Department at KNUSTiv, I became friends with a young woman who was visually impaired. She told me she woke up one morning to a mild headache and ignored it as a familiar sensation. On her way to lectures that day she collapsed and woke up completely in the dark. Having learned to live with it, she recognizes me by my perfume anytime I am close by and always feels my hand to confirm my presence. Towards the end of my sign project with them, she gave me a medicine package with braille embossment and read it to me as an indication of how she 'sees'. It was the first time I had noticed that this pattern of raised dots which shared the same surface as the printed text, did not conform to the syntax of the printed information. That was the moment of epiphany for me, realizing that the braille contains ‘folds’ directed at expanding possibilities for symbolic communication. The interest for me now is how it can complicate notions of visuality that privilege sight as it cohabits pictorial surfaces. Even overlapping in most cases. The network of relations it brings to the picture always requires one to learn anew. If anything has been more transformative in my approach to the image, then all credit goes to this gift I received. It is this transformative potential in the gift that manifests in these montages as you describe them.



Kelvin Haizel. "Untitled: Brailled medicine packages", 2016. Shown as part of my MFA thesis exhibition “things and nothings”. Installation view. Image courtesy Elolo Bosoka


Kelvin Haizel. "Untitled: Brailled medicine packages", 2016. Shown as part of my MFA thesis exhibition “things and nothings”. Installation detail. Image courtesy Elolo Bosoka

IUB: Now, what can you say about the potency of dreaming and imagining— particularly if we consider that we presently inhabit a world in lockdown due to the COVID-19 pandemic?

KH: We find that the consequence of this pandemic has transformed our entire social space. Sociality has instantly become a taboo in the realm of the physical, leaving us to regroup only online. We experience one another as pictures. Indeed, we have all literally been translated into pictures. The emergent consolation to this loss is to Zoom in groups, and the way we have learned to cope is to #challenge ourselves to imagine ways to stitch, collage, montage ourselves, and transition from one picture to the next. #dontrushchallenge #fliptheswitchchallenge to name just two. For me, imagining anew is a prerequisite for a post-corona world. What we are left with, is to join Pinocchio in dreaming it was real again. But given that the world that transformed us into pictures might no longer exist, we are compelled to invent another reality, another world. If we think of this pandemic as a portal, as novelist and dissident writer Arundhati Royv has described it, a portal could equally return us to the world that existed prior to the crisis. COVID-19 is something like a solvent, an acid that is dissolving the old world. However we emerge out of it, it will be interesting to consider in what ways we will continue to learn to live as pictures.


*** This interview forms part of the virtual project Kwasi Ohene-Ayeh is collaboratively developing with LABO148 titled New Cartographies: Letters from the “Whole World” (2020) on the theme ‘to dream, to imagine’. See more on https://www.labo148.com/nouvelles-cartographies/



Notes

i See Bonaventure Soh Bejeng Ndikung, “Of a Photographic State of Being: Delivering the Photographic from Photography”. Streams of consciousness: A concatenation of dividuals. (Berlin: Archive Books, 2019)
ii Banbang33 was featured in the exhibition Spectacles. Speculations... curated by Kwasi Ohene-Ayeh in 2018. See more information here https://iubeezy.wordpress.com/exhibitions/spectacles/works/
iii See Thomas Neil, “What is an Image”. Theory of the Image. (New York: Oxford University Press, 2019)
iv Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Ghana.
v See Arundhati Roy, “The Pandemic is a Portal”. Published by Financial Times. April 3, 2020. https://www.ft.com/content/10d8f5e8-74eb-11ea-95fe-fcd274e920ca

Monday, March 23, 2020








We do not look anymore at things that tickled our fancy
A review of the Curators’ Exhibition of the maiden Stellenbosch Triennial
By Kelvin Haizel

Who has time for what tickles their fancy when there is a desperate need for more radical solutions to our precarious condition! Yet, that is what Bernard Akoi-Jackson (Ph.D.), co-curator of the maiden Stellenbosch Triennial seems to expect of us. He writes “Being so busied with bidding other’s will, we do not look anymore at the things that tickled our fancy”[i]. I contend that it is exactly what we should do; bid Others’ will. An Other with a big ‘O’ for that matter. Not many of us have enough carbohydrates to convert into energy to waste on mere pleasures of our yellow sclerae. Today, even the flaneur of 19th century Paris will recognize he risks being swamped by yellow vests in any attempt at merely observing the workers’ protest. So indeed we must bid the will of Others, it is on Others’ will that we can claim any act of true emancipation. Alterity does not necessarily lack authority, its will and by extension, authority is dispersed and distributed among us all. And so we will not be tickled by the feathers of the ‘belly-full’ at the risk of unsettling increasing systemic gaps.  That said, lets not mistaken this subtle poke to equate a flaw of the entire exhibition, there is more promise in the curatorial intent than I have given credit to. Tomorrow There Will Be More Of Us, the title of the Triennial and the guiding ethos around which artists are invited to contribute, spews more guts than merely to what tickles our fancy. Although we also know that many of the claims made by these fanciful art projects with no actual heart to carry through – curators and artists alike – only make us feel good about ourselves than to instigate any real change.

Figure 1 Curators' Exhibition. 2020. Exhibition View(Interior). Image: Kelvin Haizel

However, we can jump right into the exhibition with that out of the way!
‘Curators’ Exhibition’, ‘From the Vault’, ‘On the Cusp’ and ‘Concepts of Freedom’ are the four main exhibitions under the Triennial which opened to the public on 11th February 2020. The initial intent was to have the exhibitions up until 30th April 2020 but had to close to public on 18th march 2020 due to the COVID-19 pandemic.  Because I participated in the Curators’ Exhibition and had a fairly intimate engagement with most of the projects and artists through their installation process, I find it honest to speak to this part of the Triennial than the others.

The Curators’ Exhibition features 20 contemporary artists from Africa showing works that permit all senses to be tickled at least once. Some humorous, witty, spontaneous, and in a continuous state of flux; others politically charged, gloomy, overwhelming and even sublime upon encounter. There are spaces created to experience the abject and there are contemplative spaces. The multiplicity of experiences offered by the range of media make sure to have you escape the every day (at least for a second) into an imaginative world of possibilities beyond the colored lines in Stellenbosch. If this was at the end of the rabbit hole, Alice would even wonder if indeed this is the land where the horrors of apartheid were engineered, tested, exported, and systemically carried out to its furthest traumatizing absurdities. The former Woodmill now played host to 20 artists’ projects that almost had to compete with the sheer scale of the massive industrial architecture. The projects experienced here are far from modest in terms of scale. The only exception is Bronwyn Katz’s video and sculptural installation Wees Gegroet and Ouma respectively. One would not be wrong in assuming the title of the show to be “go large or go home”. 

Helen Nabukenya’s monumental fabric tapestries Abalamu Baseesa Gwaka float over your head upon entry from one of the two symmetrically opposite exits of the exhibition hall as though they are clouds. Leading to Zyma Amien’s installation of angelic gowns http:404 Not Found made out of 20x20 meters of fabric, which hangs from the trusses. Tracy Thompson’s circular plantain fufu petals Woven Scales hang adjacent Amien’s. Towards the opposite exit from Nabukenya’s installation is I Am You, drapes of differently colored and textured lace fabrics mounted on step concentric rings by Igshaan Adams. What do all the works have in common? If you ask me, I will say, although tomorrow is perpetually elusive, it still needs to be fabricated and these brilliant artists found a way to literally do just that. They seem to be visions of fabricated futures. Working with a group of women from her community in Kampala, Nabukenya shows us that collectively we can colour the clouds. We are assured by Zyma that we can discard the erroneous notion that resources are too scarce to satisfy all of us. She proposes that if the heavens got overly crowded and God sent down 404 naked angels, each one of them can be comfortably clothed with ease. And though Thompson’s fufu might not be ideal for an angelic buffet, it further reassures us that we have enough to even spare for the aesthetics of plasticity. Through such experiments, she simultaneously explores the paradoxes of life, death, transformational and mutational characteristics embedded at the core of material manipulation. These are all speculative visions of a tomorrow that is being woven.

Surely it is not only Thompson who reminds us of death. Death as a common denominator to our mortal quests is hinted at almost every corner of the exhibition. Some artists remind us that our mortality might just be another reason to be cautious in our optimism towards the future. It is echoed in the most obvious sense in Ibrahim Mahama’s Strangers in a Line, an installation of 10 ginormous coffins made from scrap wood stained with bitumen. Kelvin Haizel’s Birdcall961: Appendix C equally points us in a similar direction. An expansive light-drawing which references an airplane hijacking that crashed in the Comoros Island in 1996, leading to the death of 115 occupants of the Ethiopian airline flight 961. A further hint at one of the possible outcomes if one is bent on reaching their destination at all costs. Perhaps what was chasing them necessitated how fast they had to run, or in this case to crash. Bernard Akoi-Jackson writes “For whom acts of deliberation and patience are no longer virtues, what needs to be done always needs to be done, damning all costs”. Sometimes that is what one needs to ably poke at the real, encounter death, and if the universe is on your side you arrest life again. A Zombie-like figure fashioned from an adult body-scale mannequin and rubber tubes by Patrick Bongoy, Trail (Figure 2), sits midway between Mahama and Haizel. The uncanny sculptural piece installed like a paused figure in motion is suggestive of another kind of death even though evidently it is materially inanimate. It alludes to a subject in a permanently trancient state. The kind that results from being denied any form of visibility in order to move. It exists within the interstices, the invisible, the living-dead, the undead. Like Schrödinger’s cat, it stubbornly insists on being both alive and dead at the same time, inhabiting what became known as a state of indeterminacy.[ii] It equally exemplifies the political and racial underclass whose labour keeps the pristineness of Stellenbosch in such clinically white beauty. The eeriness of such structural whiteness is perhaps most felt upon entering Euridice Kala’s proposition of a “‘new’ habitat” Untitled: Still we are…ancestral people built on site. Of course, the artist intends this to reflect 3 principles for decolonizing architecture. She cites the round exterior, democratic points of view and multiplicity of use as the means to do so. However, I am particularly taken by how it injects local politics into what could be described as aesthetics of light and space art. The aperture created to allow natural light in could be a sly quotation of a James Turrell, although we can equally acknowledge that the land on which Kala’s habitat sits is marked by traumatic dispossession that is still a site of contestation. Whiteness here might equate death to Others. 

Figure 2  Curators' Exhibition. 2020. Exhibition View(Interior). Image: Kelvin Haizel
If Kala’s eerily whitewashed space typifies the whiteness of Stellenbosch, Stacey Gillian Abe’s Sylvia’s Letters to My Future Self 2017-ongoing invites us to another kind of habitat; a shack built with found corrugated roofing sheets and repurposed materials. The shack is the default shelter for the underclass in the townships in South Africa. Which is not so different from the likes of shelter for segregated ghettos in close proximity to developing urban cities across the globe. Abe does not only bait the predominantly wealthy spectators on the triennial’s ‘guest list’ to romanticize the perilous living conditions of the black and colored; she jolts us all into confronting the historical antecedents of such places by evoking the ghost of Sylvia Boston (Salem Washington County’s first black slave). There is no power in Abe’s shack, and you might see Silvia if you have the guts to stay there long enough after dark. Spooky right! Don’t be scared yet! Walk back into the factory and go stand at the very center of Sethembilie Msezane’s red circular room filled with lit candles, a plait of hair, and a bell. Say a word here and you will run for cover with all the vibrations bouncing off the metal walls right back at you.

Figure 3 Curators' Exhibition. 2020. Exhibition View(exterior). Image: Kelvin Haizel
Of course, we cannot lose sight of the many pieces that directly speak to power, the one thing that drives us all, perhaps! Reshma Chhiba proposes an installation of ten red-hot tongues fashioned out of steel frames, fabric, cushion stuffing, cotton and nylon thread. Titled Mother Tongues, it immediately speaks to the acknowledgment of and acceptance of difference as a starting point, while at the same time the consistency of the sizes alludes to a general sense of re-inscribed vision of equality. The red is as much aesthetic as it is charged with codes of gender politics and revolution. The site intervention by Victor Ehikhamenor Power House literally takes on the Woodmill’s now-defunct generator house in a critique of power. If you have seen any Instagram post of a group of spectators turned participators playing a game, know that it is Ronald Muchatuta inciting a form of collaboration that beckons all to get involved. He asks us to be kids again, to be inventive with no apologies, to face our dreams and leave reality to cowards[iii].

It is only in facing the unreasonableness of our dreams that new visions can be crafted into reality. Tomorrow is indeed for dreamers who speak to power unapologetically. So whether we are fabricating new futures, or speaking to optimistic visions, let us first dream in spite of recurring currents. What seems to be urgent is how to direct our visions towards total emancipation. It is important to be there, to be present with, and to act in will of all, to bid the will of Others. If you ask me;

“I wanna be there when the people start to turn it around
When they triumph over poverty
I wanna be there when the people win the battle against AIDS
I wanna lend a hand
I wanna be there for the alcoholic
I wanna be there for the drug addict
I wanna be there for the victims of violence and abuse
I wanna lend a hand
Send me”
 Hugh Masekela. “Thuma Mina” 







Notes


[i] See Khanyisile Mbongwa and Bernard Akoi-Jackon: Stellenbosch Triennale: Tomorrow There Will Be More Of Us. Edited by Khanyisile Mbongwa (Cape Town, with Tip Africa Publishing Ltd), Exhibition catalog. 
[ii] See Daniel Rubinstein: The Grin of Schrödinger’s Cat: Quantum Photography and the Limits of Representation. Edited by Daniel Rubinstein, Johnny Golding & Andy Fisher (Birmingham, the United Kingdom with ARTicle Press). p.g.39.
[iii] I borrow this thought from Slavoj Zizek who concludes a paper in defence of psychoanalysis stating “…as Lacan put it, the Truth has the structure of a fiction: what appears in the guise of dreaming, or even daydreaming, is sometimes the truth on whose repression social reality itself is founded. Therein resides the ultimate lesson of The Interpretation of Dreams: reality is for those who cannot sustain the dream”. Slavoj Zizek: Freud Lives! Lacan.com. 25 May 2006. Accessed on 8 April 2020 https://www.lacan.com/zizfre.htm





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