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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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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
Who puts a bent glass door on the museum floor as art? This question has a sarcastic curiosity to it; and one might be equally ridiculous and say 'Kelvin Haizel'. But inherent in that question is also the search for meaning; what is this? While going through a number of images from the exhibition,i could project this question unto one of the blue boys who visited the museum of science and technology, during the Cornfields in Accra art exhibition. He sat on his heels next to the [un]familiar object and keenly observed. I wonder, What might he have thought? The label next to it doesn't point to anything outside of the object either: It reads "Untitled"1 (one among many objects). 'Where is/are the clue(s) to unpack this? Could it be in the phenomenological experience? Or …
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
Who puts a bent glass door on the museum floor as art? This question has a sarcastic curiosity to it; and one might be equally ridiculous and say 'Kelvin Haizel'. But inherent in that question is also the search for meaning; what is this? While going through a number of images from the exhibition,i could project this question unto one of the blue boys who visited the museum of science and technology, during the Cornfields in Accra art exhibition. He sat on his heels next to the [un]familiar object and keenly observed. I wonder, What might he have thought? The label next to it doesn't point to anything outside of the object either: It reads "Untitled"1 (one among many objects). 'Where is/are the clue(s) to unpack this? Could it be in the phenomenological experience? Or …
The Optimist
One of my favorite tracks I listen to almost on the daily is "The Pessimist (feat. J. Cole)" on Wale's third studio album titled"The Album About Nothing".  In the intro, Jerry tells George "Oh so there is still hope?", and George responds saying "I don't want hope, hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you're hopeless, you don't care, and when you don't care, that indifference,it makes you attractive." I find this conversation intriguing, depending on the logic that to dream is to wish something into your existence, and to wish, is to hope (that which you wish) into existence. Thus, paradoxically all that George is saying is hoping to be hopeless. However his genuine concern  for hoping to be hopeless is what fascinates me. He states that hope is killing him. How can the only factor (hope) be your very nemesis? Unless dying is what you hope for. I think when we hope for something, we want it m…
“Get well soon” Kelvin Haizel ©2015
The power was out and the room was even darker with the indigo bed sheet, so I went to bed early. While I slept deeply I felt the phone vibrate from under my pillow. I picked the call but could barely hear a word. After 22seconds the connection got terminated. The time was 22:41pm on Sunday 16th august 2015. The vibration came through again at 22:42pm for 2minutes and this time I could hear his frail voice; “aaare yu awake? Yes Paa, I responded. He went on, “would you call me back after some time, my voice seems to be leaving me, and it feels finished”. Suddenly I felt cold and my palm and feet wouldn’t stop oozing sweat either. I kept turning in bed for the next two hours thinking of the worse but hoping for the best simultaneously.  I called back after sometime. My phone records tell me; 00:48 Cancelled Call, 00:48 Cancelled Call 00:49 Cancelled Call My heart kept pounding as I turned in bed more frequently in the now pool of sweat.  The phone vib…