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'things and nothings' 
Art Exhibition  by Kelvin Haizel
9. 5.17 - 27. 5. 17
Old KNUST Museum


“Things and Nothings” is a result of investigations into the image (still and moving). A thing is considered a thing because it has yet to enter any form of categorization outside of being a thing; it has yet to be classified. However, nothing is already classified among the sub (-stitute) (-altern) (-standard) it may be considered as inferior, derogatory and or lowly within a certain hierarchy of objects. In another breath the image as nothing may be thought of as not-special, banal or even mundane. In the world saturated with all sorts of images, we could experience them in their material form as objects that are things or nothings. How do the transitions from images to objects occur?  What is the object of an image? How can we tell things from nothings? Using a body of work produced over the past two years, I present the image (in both still and moving form) and the objects they become. 

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"Untitled"1 (one among many obects). Installation view. Museum of Science and Technology. 2016.  Photo credit: Bernard Akoi-Jackson
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Who puts a bent glass door on the museum floor as art?

"Untitled"1 (one among many obects). Installation view. Museum of Science and Technology. 2016.  Photo credit: Bernard Akoi-Jackson
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Title of my three(3) days exhibition that lasted from 28th to 30th May 2015; at the newly constructed residential facility named Matha's Precinct. Designed by Incept Architectural Consult.
The title of my installation breaks down into two questions and two hypothetical statements from which the entire installation  sought to invite perspectives. The conversation is still ongoing even after the show and will be sustained for more positions and counter positions from all interested in the subject of African belief systems; pre-Arab invasion, subsequent Christian doctrine and contemporary religious practices. 
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All images courtesy Bernrd Akoi-Jackson

"Colour doesn't ruin the party,...does it? or warded off just in case!"

 "Colour doesn't ruin the party,...does it? or warded off just in case!"
stills from   "Untitled: A seemingly useless journey"

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Kelvin Haizel 2015