Saturday, 27 March 2010

Mona | The Domestic Goddess

Mona | The Domestic Goddess

Unique Artistic Watery Technique.


Here is a short essay that outlines a unique artistic and inventive process. Mixing household chores, domestic cleaning products, kitchen utensils, paint and plenty of water, Mona creates her unfinished Masterpieces.


Mona’s work is enlightening when made clear. Too often artist’s works are seen in isolation and their work is rarely appreciated and wholly understood. I would like to try and explain the significance of Mona’s work in the following paragraphs. Mona is a bi-racial, multicultural, International female artist. She was raised in the Medina in Tunis, Tunisia in the late 1960’s and 1970’s, at that time the Medina was a place, which harboured the cultured and the aristocratic. Today the Medina is filled with cheap clothes from Dubai and has become more of a marketplace. Like all major cities across the globe commerce is overriding culture but through her artworks Mona tries to empower women worldwide. Her work plays a pivotal role in how we perceive art, and attempts to define what art is all about. She has created works that are stimulating, inventive, imaginative and challenging.

Mona draws inspiration from the traditional feminine role in the Arabic world, that of hard familial work throughout the day and the control and the distribution of water in the arid Saharan countries of North Africa. Through her excessive use of water she makes an astonishing artistic statement; not only does she use excessive water but she also uses every household item normally found in any average kitchen. Her technique embraces all the conventional notions of being a domestic Goddess and applies daily household chores such as washing, ironing, cleaning and scrubbing into her artworks. She imaginatively uses numerous kitchen utensils as her artistic apparatus. Earlier this year Mona and her husband, Stéphane Masnet had graciously invited me to witness ‘Mona at work’.

I arrived nice and early on a brisk February morning       and was promptly introduced to Mona’s living room in her spacious apartment on the 12th floor of a high-rise block on the outskirts of Paris. The windows of her balcony were wide open, in anticipation for what was to come. The ritual of her work had begun in earnest as I shivered in the early morning breeze but was all too curious to understand her bizarre and exquisite practices. Having entirely cleared the front room the night before she set about marking out her chosen area, giving herself plenty of space to work within. She carefully put plastic sheets down on the floor and shuffled around the room on all fours securing the corners with duck tape to avoid watery messes later.  I watched with acute fascination and bewilderment as Mona made herself busy by eccentrically emptying all the draws in the kitchen and then placing all the utensils around the room. Mona convinced me that the constant flow of fresh air cleared her mind and gave her ample reasons to work doubly hard, if only to keep herself warm; I, on the other hand, had yet to remove my warm sheepskin coat. Art, she enthusiastically explained, should be like household chores: enjoyable, a stimulating workout as well as the rewarding satisfaction when completed. She asked for my assistance and we both laid out a large think greyish canvas squarely in the centre of the room. She then filled up two buckets with plastic household cleaning products and a third with water, which she then placed vigilantly around the canvas. Next she knelt down in the right hand corner of the greyish canvas and scored out random shapes. Charcoal sketches initially and she slowly took out various products from her buckets and applied them onto the canvas squirting washing-up liquid in various spots, smearing them in with a small washing-up brush. Next she added bleach and distributed the liquid with two plastic cards; one from her local video-store and the other a flashy plastic business card recently handed out by a Gallery owner, with both cards she applies the liquid equally in different directions in a similar approach to that of the Karate Kid: Wax-on, wax-off. Wax-on, wax-off and with the third bucket beside her left knee she added the essential water. Before the canvas had time to dry she rolled it up and went directly into the bathroom to wash. With a scrubbing brush in her right hand she vigorously scrubbed away at the various liquids and then hung to dry. Mona invited me into her galley kitchen and made us both fresh coffee and warmed up several croissants as we waited for the canvas to part dry. Twenty minutes later she was back with her canvas and laid it out on the ironing board and ironed out the creases and once again, made dry. Still visible were the initial charcoal shapes drawn earlier. She placed the canvas back on the floor and started the process over. Drawing more shapes on the canvas with charcoal and a heavy HB pencil strokes. She started the process over using more bleach, upholstery stain remover, fabric conditioner and she even broke into a biological liquid capsule. Using various scourers and wire brushes she applied the liquids to the canvas constantly adding water throughout the whole process. As like before she briskly took the canvas back into the bathroom to wash and hang to dry. She told me, with a cheeky smile on her face and a slight embarrassed laughter in her voice, that she has been known to take her canvases into the shower with her as she bathed and often used the loafer, shampoo and soaps to add a different effect to her work, especially if the work was of a personal nature. The shapes or stains that stayed on the canvas marked out the framework of her new work. This process can take up to a month or two months to finish after washing, ironing, scrubbing and painting.
 
The application of paint comes much later in the process. Mona uses few colours in her works; deep reds, greens, purples and gold. The movement of paint should be viewed as if watching a performance; moving from left to right, right to left, up to down and down to up. This, she explained, enables the voyeur to read her work as if from a musical score or an Orchestra of musical instruments playing or better still, seen as a rhythmical dance; a ballet put to canvas.  In the work ‘Le Couple’, this ingenious process is clear for all to see. The movement of paint, at times vigorous and simple but bold: fast and slow as if physically enjoying and playing out her joy of sex and exploding her vision onto the canvas. Distinctly visible are the couple on the right hand side of the canvas, as seen by the voyeur. The two intertwined figures are caught in the act of lovemaking. The physicality and difficulty of having sex standing upright, the audience are immediately engaged in the memory of performing such an act. The laughter and ecstasy remembered and the acceptance of partnership understood. The act of lovemaking viewed with the generosity of spirit, kindly observed regardless of dexterity and skill. The viewer can quickly see the love that can be found in companionship and the mutual act of giving and receiving. The movement throughout the work is intense but big-hearted and warm in every way. At first sight the work seems unfinished but these white spaces are Mona’s trademark as they are gaps within the conversation to be filled by the audience, for the audience to participate and finish as they wish. Many regard her works as unfinished Masterpieces, ideas shared and irrevocably finished by the onlooker.

I sincerely hope that I have been able to paint a clearer insight into Mona’s work and her unique process, in which she battles to create her unfinished Masterpieces. Through her ability to take elements of the abstract and make them her own has earned her the reputation as one the greatest Arabic artists of all time.
 
© Joe Pollitt, 2010

Friday, 12 March 2010

WORLD CUP GLASS



World Cup South Africa | Glass Act by Lothar Bottcher.
Vuvu Africa - Hand blown Glass Vuvuzela
It is almost here, the first African showcase of the largest international football event.
Obsidian Glass has created a hand blown glass Vuvuzela for you ardent fans!
The Vuvuzela is a truly South African icon of home grown Soccer Enthusiasts. It has become the trademark of local soccer games and is renowned internationally with the amount of press this “noisy” emblem has been receiving.
Obsidian Glass would like to introduce the concept of a Hand Blown Glass Vuvuzela.
Ngwenya Glass in Swaziland has been most instrumental for the development of this glass version. Under the direction of Lothar Böttcher the glass was shaped and blown by the skilled hands of master blower, James Magagula. (This collaborative environment is encouraged by Ngwenya Glass through their annual Glass Design Workshops.)
All glass Vuvuzelas are made of 100% recycled glass.
Swaziland is one of the Southern African Development Community (SADC) members. This makes the product a truly and purely African one – developed and manufactured locally, using local skills and facilities.
Why a glass Vuvuzela? Glass is fragile yet durable. Its qualities are unique. It can be transparent or opaque. The surface can be decorated and branded. A multitude of techniques can be used to accentuate its once-off-hand-madeness . No two Vuvuzelas will be the same.
Blowing a glass Vuvuzela and hearing the sound emanate from it is an experience. The resonance of the glass gives the Vuvuzela a perfect sound.Who would have thought that glass could do this, to become an instrument gauging your excitement for your favourite team?
Combining the traditional with the unconventional an inimitable artwork is created…

Author: Lothar Bottcher

Thursday, 11 March 2010

WE HAD A DREAM THAT WE WERE HAVING NIGHTMARES...

A KIDS WORLD

We, the Kids of the world, saw God and she looked just like us.
So we have been thinking. Should we tell the Adults?
We have been sworn to keep her secret sacred in our naivety.
God is Santa for the grown ups, shall we squeal?
We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us.

We had a dream that we were having nightmares.

Our local churches are abusing us.
Stealing our pocket money every Sunday.
Robbing us of our sweets and games.
Should we spill the beans to the Adults?
We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us.

We had a dream that we were having nightmares.

The Power of God is with us, the Children.
She is the fear and the glue that binds.
The church is a place where the Adults adore.
How do we tell our secret of what we have seen?
We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us.

We had a dream that we were having nightmares.

The church makes them feel safe: theatre of the mind.
Being betrayed and robbed makes them feel safe.
Kids Against Church Abuse, maybe that will work?
But we, the Kids, are worried we might offend those
less thoughtless than ourselves so we hold back.

We will be having nightmares forever and ever Amen.

© Joe Pollitt, 2010

Tuesday, 9 March 2010

WHAT IS ART?

A parting of knowledge found.

An idea gently shared with others.

A secret told to all who would listen.

A love that touches the souls of others.

A confidence in ourselves and all that we are.

A question raised and a question answered.

A giving away of ourself.

Our way of giving to others.

A value placed on our thoughts.

A puzzle struggled with and a problem solved.

Anything less would be prostitution.

Art is an exclusive Club; Union; Association; Society; Guild; Alliance, Fellowship.

Art is diminished, reduced, lessened, cheapened, undervalued, devalued and brought down.

DEAD.

This poem is far from over. Over to you....

Monday, 8 March 2010

THE WORD

Let us pray and hear what the world has to say today.
Let us see what's on TV and listen to what we truly need.
Let us jumble every word and make up our pristine news.

Let us create a brand new vision for our brave new world.

Nations enforce false superiority forcing us to drink.
We are gathering strength. Seeing clearly, rising slowly.
We have bestowed upon ourselves the luxury of thinking.
Witnessing how Nations inflict their vulgar Will upon us.

Nobody reads today or do they? We do and we are thinking.
Granting those deficient of Will the strength that is within us all.
The Will of the world is now armed with the power of the word.
In the beginning was the word. We now know what that means.

And the word has been asleep while our Will zealously dreaming.
We live in a Godless world but our dreams would suggest otherwise.
The Will of the world is awakening to find the word is with us.
We dreamt we overcame. We are now strong enough to conquer.

Look how giving we can be with these our enchanting words.
Written and spoken out loud. See how magnificent we are together.
These words are our artillery; our complex strength lies in our Will.
Words are our weapons and love our incessant unconquerable shield.

Look how we use our words to heal; our wounded are ascending.
The word has been written, uttered and our Will is now triumphant.
The Will of the world stands full abreast with dazzling glorious might.
Beset with evocative words we anticipate our inevitable bloody fight.

© Joe Pollitt, 2010

Sunday, 21 February 2010

George Afedzi Hughes





Masked Goalkeeper, 2009,
oil on canvas,
28x22 inches.



SKOTO GALLERY
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New York, NY 10011
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LAYERS

Artist | George Afedzi Hughes
Recent Paintings

February 25th – March 27th, 2010

Skoto Gallery is pleased to present Layers, an exhibition of recent paintings by the Ghanaian-born artist George Afedzi Hughes. This will be his first solo exhibition at the gallery. The reception is Thursday, February 25th, 6-8pm and the artist will be present.

"Art may not stop violence, but present philosophic examples of human activity as creative alternatives" is one important credo of George Afedzi Hughes. Connected in several ways with former works, the core topic of his “Layers” series is the ubiquity of violence – in societies, in ecologies and in man as part of nature. Hughes is focusing on the inevitability to escape violence and its related emotional dynamics – and the basic necessity to try it over and over again. His new works are tending to the layers that superimpose blocked-out aspects everywhere in the world. He is bringing up widely tabooed matters nevertheless lurking behind the surface concerning personal experiences as well as historical phenomena like colonialism, current socio-political developments and present-day global conflicts. In short: his work is thematically dominated by visual reminders of the savage side of man and human societies.

In his artistic visions Hughes is creating oppressive and disturbing worlds, exposing suppressed realities and the irrational and frightful side of daily routines and of the seemingly rational and normal. His pictures are troubling and not easy to interpret: everywhere we see confusing images associated with decadence, things associated with violence such as severed limbs of humans and animals, and unexpected and distressing juxtapositions of body parts or skeletons with man-made objects such as guns, bullets, sabers, tanks or commercial signs. For the artist, "the use of violent narratives in painting … is a civil necessity if the objective is to speak against the negative effects of violence." In his paintings, Hughes plays with expectations and surprise and challenges familiar patterns of perception and interpretation. He breaks with accustomed ways of seeing things and shakes up expectations by presenting seemingly unrelated objects. Hughes is demonstrating the perish-ability of nature as well as of man and his moral values and qualities: sports, religion, culture and affection to play – everything is for sale, degraded to a commodity and ruled by money and violence.

Born 1962 in Sekondi (Ghana) and after moving to the US in 1994, Hughes obtained a Master of Fine Arts in Painting/ Drawing Minor from Bowling Green State University (Ohio) in 2001. Since 2006 he is Assistant Professor of Painting at the Visual Studies Department of the University at Buffalo, New York. Painting is an integral part of his creative oeuvre but his artistic activities also include poetry, assemblage and performances. The “layered aspects” of his new series are reflected in the use of materials applied to the canvas in several layers.

Dr. Stefan Eisenhofer

Staatliches Museum fur Volkerkunde,

Munich, Germany

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

UGANDA | 1000 Acre Botanical Greenhouse


1000 ACRE BOTANICAL GREENHOUSE

Uganda - Land of Milk and Honey

In the capital of Sudan, Khartoum the White Nile meets with the Blue Nile in dramatic fashion as the poets call it, “the longest kiss in history” but rather than searching for passion and conflict my curiosity took me further down the African map to the origins of Man. If all Mankind came from Africa, then surely we must have all originated from the source of the Nile? The source of the White Nile starts to rise in Lake Victoria near a village called Jinga or some call Ginga in Uganda. It is from these parts of the world that scientists have, for decades, been searching for cures for TB, asthma, HIV and blood related cancers. It is my understanding, that even today, Ugandan mothers take their newly born children down to the banks and plaster the mineral rich mud all over the bodies of their babies. This ritual is performed in order to protect the children from leprosy, tuberculosis and to boost the child’s immune system. The news of this ancient tradition soon found its way to the UK and as far back as the 1970’s research was conducted by British scientists who were intent on finding the secrets within the mud found on the banks of the Nile in Uganda. Six years ago I was informed of a clinical drug trial designed for patients with breast cancer known as the “Dirt Vaccine”. The microbiologist, Dr John Standford and his wife Cynthia worked amongst Ugandans afflicted with leprosy and tuberculosis and treated the patients with mycrobacterium vaccae, the rather elaborate Latin term for Ugandan mud. It has been well documented that mycrobacterium vaccae unlocks the body’s natural power to fight a wide range of diseases. The late David Pickering, an oncologist who worked in Maidstone, Kent used this vaccine on women with breast cancer with interesting results.

See: http://www.thepigsite.com/swinenews/7892/dirt-vaccine-research

Could this Ugandan mud be the DNA of all Creation? Are the origins of Creation to be found on the banks of the Nile in Uganda? These were the thoughts that were racing around my head as I began my journey to the Ngoma workshop in the Western Region in the beautiful village of Kazo in 2008.

I arrived at Entebbe International Airport, famed for it’s spectacular Libyan hijacking in the Idi Amin regime in the mid 1970’s. The airport was clean and efficient, giving the inkling of a rather sophisticated country. Ben Bukenya, one of the Organizers, had generously arranged for a car to pick me up and drive me to the Capital and as I entered into the airport car park, Joseph instantly recognised me, as I was one of the few whites at the airport. He greeted me with such an enormous smile it was a genuine pleasure to be back on African soil.

Kampala was surprisingly hot for the rainy season and my first impression was of an extraordinary country. Huge black and white feathered Cranes perched carefully on the high white roadside lights as if to welcome visitors to the Capital. The smells were intoxicating as the countryside was crying out for rain. We arrived a little late at the Hotel Africa and we were greeted by some of the best emerging artists on and off the continent. Within minutes I was nervously introducing myself as the person who wrote the African Artists blog and was keen to photograph the various artists and find out more about their work.

Standing in front of the group was the rather impressive General of the Armed Forces, the Honourable General Elly Tumwine. He was dressed immaculately and wore a pair of trendy dark glasses, which covered up his damaged eye. Late I was told he had been injured in the war for Independence against the British. The General explained that he too was an artist and expressed how delighted he was to welcome us all to his beloved Uganda.



Honourable General Elly Tumwine

An overwhelming sense of relief passed over me in the reassuring knowledge that the head of the army was taking care of the group. I was thrilled to see such a variety of artists from all over the Continent present at the workshop, such exceptional artists as Stephen Garan’anga from Zimbabwe, Gordon Shamulenge from Zambia, the political cartoonist, Fred Halla from Tanzania and Innocent Nkurunziza from Rwanda. To my surprise Lilian Nabulime, the Ugandan sculptor, made a guest appearance and we greeted each other as old friends. I had previously met Lilian in 2004 in London and arranged for her to do an interview with BBC Africa Network. She spoke eloquently about her sculptural work with clear soaps. The soaps were shaped as both male and female reproductive organs and inside one could see the rusty nails and rotten seeds. This was a series of works expressing an interesting and intelligent artistic interpretation of the effects of HIV/Aids.




Dr Philip Kwesiga

The person I was most interested in meeting was Dr Philip Kwesiga, the famous ceramicist from Uganda. The Organizers had teamed us up and for the two-week duration of the workshop, we lived together at the glorious home of Mr and Mrs Katugunda, who were fantastic hosts.






Mr. Sam Mugisha Katugunda

Mr. Sam Mugisha Katugunda is a Preacher, Magistrate and Dairy Farmer all rolled into one. His love for the land and his cows was a wonderful sight to behold and his deep concerns for the future are being echoed all over the continent. Mrs Katugunda is a terrific cook and Philip and I slept on heavy stomachs every evening during our two-week stay.

The countryside in Western Uganda is the most fertile I have ever seen. One begins to realise just why the country is known as the land of milk and honey. I had left the UK with preconceptions that I was entering a country full of disease, political unrest and raging war. A country rife with HIV and Aids coupled with the Ebola virus and the plague but to my satisfaction I found the countryside rich in minerals and a veritable Eden. The school children and the grown ups all had a wonderfully healthy glow about them. I found a country that grew eight varieties of bananas, fabulous passion fruit, pineapples and numerous pumpkins and all the food grown in Uganda is grown without the need for artificial fertilizers. In fact the region produces more milk than the country can drink and even exports to neighbouring Tanzania and Sudan. The fresh air was such a powerful tonic I was flabbergasted that I felt so well.

The workshop was an interesting mix of talking to the different schools in Kazo and then encouraging the pupils to create artworks for their compounds; “Talking Compounds” was the title and the artists, alongside the pupils created visual aids for each school. The aim of the workshop was to create awareness of the importance of mosquito nets and the risk of sexually transmitted diseases such as HIV and Aids.

The parents that housed the group were extremely concerned that the artists would find their homes inadequate but the real success story of the workshop was those families that housed us. They were quietly astonished to find that we all fully appreciated their generous hospitality and enjoyed the time spent talking about Uganda and life in the countryside.

Personally, I enjoyed and gained so much from spending time with all the artists; Stephan Garan’anga with his interesting political views on Zimbabwe, my great drinking partners Gordon Shamulenge and Innocent Nkurunziza and especially, Dr Philip Kwesiga. Philip and I spoke at length about the way in which he painted and glazed his pots. The different firing techniques he had learnt in the UK and most importantly about the Ugandan mud or clay that he particularly enjoyed working with. I told Philip about the “Dirt Vaccine” and the exciting health implications that that had on the work he was producing, the novel idea that a ceramic pot could be an important instrument for healing. The conversation developed and we started to talk about the land. We spoke about the importance of herbs: about the importance of the knowledge passed down from generation to generation. This simple practice is slowly beginning to be eroded with the influx of modern medicines. We spoke about the importance of documenting these herbs and retaining this most precious resource and not just from Uganda but from all over Africa: we spoke about his son and about architecture: about Renzo Piano and his new architectural work at the Natural Science Museum in San Francisco: about the Eden Project down in Cornwall.























Natural Science Museum in San Francisco by Renzo Piano

















The Eden Project in Cornwall


































Could the land that is presently being farmed by dairy cows be also used as a greenhouse? Could Uganda pull up the land as Piano has done in San Francisco and build a 1,000-acre herb garden, housing all the known herbs from all over Africa? I made the suggestion that rather than giving the herbs a complex Latin name why not refer to the plants in their Africa native language and archive the collection on African terms.

As we spoke we were abruptly interrupted by a series of screams coming from a nearby bar. Vigorous shrieks for the favoured Manchester United over ‘the Gunners’ of Arsenal . Philip’s eyebrows raised and he said, “It is a disgrace that Ugandans are so passionately supportive of a football team that isn’t even on the same continent and more importantly comes from the very country that colonized us. There is a huge interest in football here, I just don’t understand why we don’t create our own Premiership League and buy up cheap young European players from places like Poland or Bulgaria?” We both smiled and continued our conversation.

We spoke about golden carp being farmed in China in amongst the paddy fields alongside the rice: we spoke about planting the Nim trees for Malaria and Steven’s Cure from East London, South Africa to treat those with TB, herbs from the Republic of Benin that can reduce inoperable cancerous lumps and we spoke about Nejib Belkhodja and Slah Smaoui about the botanical garden, which the two created in Tunisia at the Village of Ken.

See: http://www.villageken.com.tn

If two men can create an entire village, just image what could be achieved with all the artists working collectively. Working to document, archive the knowledge from each Grandparent. The most important resource in Africa is not gold or diamonds, oil or timber but the knowledge passed down from each and everybody’s Grandparent. The majority of countries throughout the continent are fully aware of this rich currency but have for some reason allowed, as have we all, to fall victim to greed and modern day consumerism and Capitalism.

The new Independent Nations of Africa are in the ideal position to base their Nations currency on knowledge passed down from Grandparents rather than placing the Nations future on a western ideal of currency, which is based around items mined in Africa by Africans for westerners; based on unnecessary luxury items that are unattainable for the majority within Africa and frankly serve no purpose but to the minority that wears them. A country that has the courage to base it’s future on the importance of an ecological knowledge base rather than on the ridiculous notion that all that glitters is gold is a country that really is looking forward to a bright future.

© Joe Pollitt, 2009