African art and prose writing

Lakeside boats

2011-05-18T02:40:00.000-07:00

It is amazing how the sun can make anything look beautiful.
It is also amazing how a bit of sunshine can make you think of all the things that make summer a fun time of the year.

I recently took these pictures and was surprised by the quality and intensity of the light. My camera is nothing special but the images were bright and colourful.
One must take simple plesure from simple things, even when they are actually complicated.

Its all a trick!

2010-03-31T15:41:00.000-07:00

April Fool's day!

How apt!

I am not sure one should wish other's well or to not to get tricked.

To more serious matters, the big issue for me at the moment is the "Africa problem".
So much has been said about the continent but to most outsiders who have never lived on the continent, so little is known or understood.

My interest has very recently been caught by the highly-educated Economist, Dambisa Moyo whose book "Dead Aid" sounds like a must-read. Two words; Highly recommended.

Check her out on http://www.dambisamoyo.com/

And to listen to what she has to say, click on:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4a-FZjPreg
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3hZAgbuWsM&feature=related

I have to say a more erudite and timely contemplation of this issue could not be better presented. I can't wait to get my hands on the book which has only just come out here.

If you read it before I do,don't hesitate to let me know what you think!

Over and out!

November quickie

2009-11-22T08:37:00.000-08:00

Haaaaaa... how long it has been!

I have been caught up in studies, rushing about and wondering about my writing. I find myself questioning the ensemble of my writing as well as specific bits of it. Some would call it a newly developed critical eye, others will call it writing group critiquing sessions.

These classes have harshly denounced the use of adverbs and adjectives which I am so gleefully interjecting into this blog...I've got to break free...

So what have I been up to since September? Well, briefly: I have written a theatre play (in a space of a few days), tried my hand at new forms of prose writing (results unsure), attended a writer's conference and taught creative writing to teenagers.

I will have to make time to come back to these points and share the highlights. For now, I must vanish. First, I leave you with the promise that I will be back (hmmmm...where have I heard that before?)

Adios for now!!

And it was all about the hair

2009-09-18T07:18:00.000-07:00

The Guardian has an article out about black hair (by this I mean of course African, African-American, bi-racial hair etc). This article is seemingly about a matter of grave importance and a "controversy" worthy of discussion because the First Lady is black. Here we go...

Entitled "Should you straighten your afro hair?" The article discusses the use of weaves, relaxers and ceramic plate straighteners on "afro" hair and implies that it is somehow strange that black women should want to have straight or straightened hair.

In short, the state of our hair has become an identity issue and not in a good way either. That hair styles should be used as a barometre to measure your pride in your African hair is despicable and racist. You hair is not the sum total of your existence nor does it define what your identity is.

I have a great deal to say on this issue and I will save it for another day. I would suggest that anyone interested in finding out more should read the article on:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/sep/18/straighten-afro-tyra-banks

Another month

2009-09-18T07:08:00.000-07:00

As usual, time has gone by and I haven’t kept up with my commitment to writing on this blog. Again, I am hoping this will change this month. Ahhhh…that wonderful thing called hope! You see, the problem is procrastination. It gets you by the throat and holds you down. The only way forward it to break free.

Anyway, to the more interesting stuff. What has been happening?

August, I must say, passed in a flash.

I didn’t travel as I had hoped and planned to Mexico but I did do quite a bit of writing. I was ever so desperate to finish the book I am currently writing but the ending has proven elusive simply because I have to make sure the construction and flow feels right.

August was also the month I was supposed to cover the South African film at the Locarno film festival (4 – 14^th) but in the end, the distance and the date were challenges too great to overcome on a whim. It is such a pity as it would have been fantastic to now be waxing lyrical about the virtues of an “African” film at such a prestigious European festival where the film must be selected before it can even be shown. It would perhaps even have given me a chance to rub shoulders with famous celebrities. Acckkk, no! I would rather have made contact with the film makers themselves, the Directors, (executive) producers and such. They are the brains behind the film. Hoorah for the filmmakers!

What else did I do in August? Well, I saw a few films and some were atrociously bad while others were either passé or very gimmicky.

Don’t see “The Hangover”. It is highly overrated and so far-fetched you would have to do a lot of suspending of reality for that storyline.

“The Proposal” was well…interesting. It was a script that had obviously been written by women, for women.

“The Soloist” was potentially the worst of the bunch. This should not be blamed on the acting which was quite stellar but the weird directing is extremely questionable. Those weird overlong light strobes…seriously, was that really necessary? And for so long? I think I am really just ticked off because it was a surprise night at the open air cinema and it was truly a horrid surprise.

I can’t remember the other films I have seen this month. It is possibly my brain’s way of protecting me against recalling the trauma of time and dreams wasted.

September should prove to be a very interesting month for various reasons but it is October I am really looking forward to. Ahhh! The start of the infamous University course! Will I be able to do it? Will I have the courage to follow my dreams down the unknown path? To be continued...

Back to the present - September. Yes, so this month, I shall be visiting the circus (first time ever...err does Cirque du Soleil count? If yes, then not my first time).

I shall also be visiting some rather special art exhibition in Geneva. This is the Musee Rath exhibition. An open call was made for artists in Geneva. Secondly, there is the African exhibition organised by a Cameroonian photographer at the Centre de l’Esperance.

So far, I have met up with some of the alumni members of the university I am supposed to be attending in the super near future. They were really cool and gave some great tips. Big up to Ingrid, she is quite an inspirational individual.

By the by, I noted that Petina Gappah has been short-listed for more than one prestigious book award for her book, An Elegy for the Easterly. Guardian and another award. I hope that she gets it. Good luck!

The Caine Prize has disappeared off the internet. I have to assume this is merely a glitch and not a permanent thing like the Macmillan African writing Prize. I will be investigating that in the near future.

I promise to come back soon with more information about the art and writing events I have mentioned above.

Until then, I am wishing you very happy reading…and writing.

July ends with a sigh

2009-07-31T08:59:00.000-07:00

Again, the month has flown by and I have been remiss in filling this internet cyber-blog-space or whatever the right term is with frivolous, juicy, sacrilegious or just plain boring information. So much has happened in this month that I did not want to end it without penning (typing really) down these few lines.

What has been happening?

I missed Pettina Gappah's reading in London by a day and spent the next few days overdosing on galleries and museums like the National Portrait G. and the Courtuald Institute. I also saw "Outsiders", a threatre production at the South Bank that left me desperate for sleep. I think that was really because I had been walking all day around the city like displaced soul.

I participated in a music video, attending summer music concerts both indoors and outdoors, rediscovered ice-cream and pondered the usefulness on sunscreen for those not on holiday.

Bookwise, I gobbled down another Harlen Coben "Hold Tight" and then threw it down when I finished. This is not a good sign as I was quite frustrated by the ending. I picked up a Lee Child's "Tripwire" since and have tried to convince myself that it's okay to keep reading the same ol' authors. Boooringgg!! I tried reading R. Kipling but I can tell I am going to need some help with the text. Yes, seriously, my attention span...
There are still short stories by Adiche, Atta and Habila to get through, so never fear, hey?

I have also spent a lot of time considering the usefulness of any course in creative writing and must confess that it leaves a strange taste in my mouth. I truly do not believe you can teach talent however, you can indeed learn to fully utilize or perfect it.

In this spirit of discovery, I spent some time in student accomodation to see if I was willing to go back to that life for a year while I learnt something about perfecting skills and talents.

Errrr...no, thanks. I don't miss that student life of dorms and weird scheduled living to a beat you are not always in sync with. Ok, fine, it is indeed no better than work life in some respects but this is different, you don't really control the space you live in. Yes, that small shell of sustained existence in a foreign city that feels oddly familiar, all that talking about missing the work-life and that gripping uncertainty about whether you made the right decision once you finish and start again that process of searching for a job in a seemingly unfriendly work market.
Hmmm... I could go on.
Kingston, Birbeck, Oxford, UEA, Warwick, Bristol and Manchester, all offer courses and leave you wondering, what would I be lacking without? The unknown beckons.

See you in August! Locarno Film Festival approches!

Helen Oyeyemi's Guardian podcast

2009-06-25T03:14:00.001-07:00

Okay, I take it all back.

Helen Oyeyemi's new book, White is for Witching deserves to be the book of the week.

Please check out the Guardian website for the podcast reading of an excerpt of her book.
See:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2009/jun/18/helen-oyeyemi-white-is-for-witching

She reads it with such a lyrical, magical manner that you are instantly transported into the story. I must however confess that I haven't yet read the book but hearing the podcast does inspire my curiousity. I wonder if it's available yet at the local library.

For those who are reading it or plan on reading it soon, happy reading.

Arty farty

2009-06-19T02:46:00.000-07:00

Helas! So much has happened in the past two weeks and will only just be mentioning some of them now.

Where to begin?

I tripped up to Basel to see Art Basel and then FOCUS09.
Both art exhibitions were obviously very different from each other for several reasons.

Art Basel is a huge art machine that spat out work from thousands of artists presented by galleries from around the world. There were works of old masters, sculptures forming new chef d'oeuvres and paintings, installations and sculptures by artists you have never heard of...yet.

There was even an African traditional sculpture on display behind tightly secured glass container and a security guy with a roving eye who patrolled the tiny square metres of exhibition space of the Gianada Gallery, like a tiger prowling a cage.

Art Basel was the place to go if you want to see Degas, Botero, Picabia, Warhol, Basquiat and the ever present Picasso. They are all for sale too, at mouth-dropping prices that you only attain upon request. Also present were mythic galeries like White Cube, Gascogian etc. It is through them that the legend of artists such as Tracey Emin, Damien Hirst and Lucian Freud live on.

FOCUS09 was more experimental. This was a pilot exhibition which was intended to display works exclusively by or on Africa. It was a big space but the exhibitors struggled to fill it with comprehensive art. They however did try to make it a truly culutural exhibition by organising musical and dance performances, as well as cultural debates. I have been assured that next year, the event will be even bigger and better.

Above are some of the pictures from the event.
The "Who am I?" is by Samba Fall at the FOCUS09 event. The other three pictures are from Art Basel, predominately from the Art Unlimited section.
I liked the mixed media painting of the black woman by an African American artist (don't have her name right here) because she used rhinestones to create the picture. It's pretty amazing up close.

Thanks Cristy!!!

2009-06-18T09:02:00.000-07:00

Before I forget - which I had - I must say a huge Thank You! to Cristy Burne, the winner of the Diverse Voices award for so kindly promoting the work of other writers, especially as some (myself included!) did not win the award.

Her book, "Takeshita Demons" won the prize and will be published by Frances Lincoln in the near future. Please check it out and buy it once it comes out!!

In the meantime, she has kindly offered to print on her blog, information about the short-listed writers of the Diverse Voices award which was launched by Frances Lincoln and Seven Stories.

For more info, please see her blog-site:
http://cristyburne.wordpress.com/

HOME: our Earth - our hope and our film

2009-06-05T07:30:00.000-07:00

HOME

Today marks the opening of the documentary film by Yann Arthus-Betrand about life on earth as seen from the sky in all its glory, decay, beauty and destruction.

It was filmed in various parts of the world (yes, even Africa is included) and presents the Earth as it is today and possibly shows what is to come if we continue they way we are going.
It is showing from today onwards, worldwide, on the internet for free. Yes, that's right, for free.

In case you hadn't heard about it already, the film is called "HOME" and is a must see. The link above is supposed to link directly unto the Home website or at the least, show parts of the film.

More than 88,000 people collaborated and supported the film's realisation so I would advise everyone to support it by watching it. Home is about the magnificence of this planet we call Earth and why we must all, in one way or another do something to protect it. Today is not too late to start.

To watch the integral film see:

http://www.youtube.com/homeprojectFR

Photography in St. Jean

2009-06-04T01:49:00.000-07:00

Photography exhibition

On another note, one of the pictures I took for the competition, “Mon coin préféré du quartier” was chosen for the display at the Maison de quartier de Saint-Jean. While I did not win (sob! sob!) I got to participate and have my picture (one of three) chosen for the exhibition.

Small steps, hey?

Above is the picture that was chosen. I will add some other images at another time as I find it rather difficult to upload to my satisfaction. I like the picture below because of the brightness of the leaves contrasting against the linear, dull wood planks and the blue walls.

The vernissage took place yesterday evening.

New contemporary African art exhibition in Switzerland

2009-06-04T01:43:00.000-07:00

FOCUS09 is a sort of "newish" art concept which claims to show contemporary art. I say "claim" only because I have never been to the event before and because I am rather sceptical about the representation of African art in its modern conceptualisation.

The reason for this is twofold. Contemporary African art displayed abroad is often very regional or fragmented. Secondly, there seems to be some confusion as to what African art is. By this I simply mean that there is a general vagueness, a sort of wishy-washy understanding of the dynamics of art from the continent.

This is perhaps as a result of the fact that generally speaking, the knowledge of the art in and outside the continent is very much dependent on the buyers. And who are the buyers and why are they the determining factor?

The buyers are the people who for various reasons, are able to travel to an African country and either buy art from galleries or directly from the artist and thereafter follow their carriers and support them. These are the so-called "patrons of the arts". These patrons - who actually wish to become collectors - start to buy art. in increasing quantities. Some speculate as they do so, either buying artworks they personally like or have been told is a good investment. These buyers expose others abroad to their collection either by hiring out their artwork as is the case with CAAC in Geneva or by writing books on the art they have collected, as is the case with André Magnin, curator for the Pigozzi collection or Fred Spinnler in Switzerland. I wrote an article about the latter for the Africa Link magazine in 2008. Mr Spinnler's collection is at the least, interesting andecclectic.

This select league of buyers present a select group of artists that they have chosen from the continent. They thus use this exclusive leverage to determine which artists on the continent sell/succeed and therefore, present a biased picture (pun intended) of the reality.

The fact that some countries like Nigeria are not very tourist-friendly makes things more complex for the artists. Nigeria, for example, has a thriving contemporary art industry which has been in existence for decades. The variety available for purchase on ground is simply incredible. The artists are talented, well trained and imaginative. However, outside the country, Nigerian artists are predominately under-represented. However, the ones that manage to have exhibitions abroad end up being the only names you hear. I would quote here Wole Lagunju, Tola Wewe and Sunday Jack Akpan. This list is far from exhaustive.

Older and especially famous examples of such artists include Bruce Onabrakpeya, Ben Enwanwu and Jimoh Buraimoh. But how many have heard these names abroad?

This problem is generally widespread for most African countries. The Congo has an extremely talented body of artists but again, the same problem.

The names that you do hear again and again include Cheri Samba, Moké, Malick Sidibé (winner of the Lion d’or at the Venice biennial in 2007), Seydou Keita and Richard Onyango.

I would even say it is no coincidence that most are from the francophone countries in Africa simply because there appears to be more support given to artists from this linguistic region of the continent.

These are some of the truly famous artists. It would however be very remiss of me not to mention the great Ghanaian artist, El Anatsui whose work was shown at the Art Basel Unlimited venue in 2008 as well as at the Venice Biennial in 2007.

Now let’s talk about the Diaspora. The artists in the Diaspora have the advantage of having being trained abroad and/or of living abroad, so they have more doors open to them…in a sense. Again, we only seem to hear the same names; Chris Ofili (Turner Prize winner), Yinka Shonibare and Kehinde Wiley.

And they are all men. Don’t get me started on that point.

I think the point is that the continent is too big to be fairly represented for the above reasons and for the simple fact that each African country has its unique history and culture which has and continues to influence its artistry.

All this said, it will be very interesting to see what this FOCUS09 has to offer. I hope to meet some artists or at the least, interview some of the organisers and get their views on the art of the continent as they presented it.

The FOCUS09 event takes place in Voltahalle, Basel from 1 – 14 June and links itself to the Art Basel event which takes place between 10 – 14 June 2009. Please visit their websites for more details.

http://www.focus09.ch

http://www.artbasel.com

June calling

2009-06-03T08:02:00.000-07:00

I can't believe it's June already. So much has already happened in the space of three short days.

First it was Pentecost.

Then the Air France plane went missing somewhere between Brazil, Africa and Paris. My thoughts are with the families of all those on the plane.

A great deal more will be happening this month. There is the Sustainable Development event which begins today and ends on Sunday, Petina Grappah's will be reading and signing her book in Geneva this week, the Art Basel fair is on next week as well as FOCUS09, which I will be talking about at greater length tomorrow.

Until tomorrow then!!

Is it me or does this lend a certain confusion?

2009-05-26T05:49:00.000-07:00

This is a Times Online excerpt of an interview with Helen Oyeyemi, the writer of Icarus Girl.

Here, she talks about her new book, White is for Witching. I am... confused.

...
Oyeyemi neatly summarises White is for Witching as the story of a “starving girl and a xenophobic house”. In it, Miranda Silver, her twin brother, Eliot, and their French father run a large guesthouse in Dover, the building itself a sentient if deranged soul. Miranda suffers from pica, a condition that compels her to eat only chalk. It worsens after the killing of her photographer mother in Haiti and she goes into psychiatric care. (“Female craziness is something I’m very interested in,” Oyeyemi says, “how it can manifest itself, what it means, what pressures force someone into these behaviours. I’m pretty much obsessed with madness.”) Several voices recount the ensuing events: Miranda gets into Cambridge. She falls in love with a black girl. She vanishes.

“I wanted to write a vampire story,” Oyeyemi explains. “After I graduated, I volunteered in South Africa for a few months. I was staying in this town called Paarl, and everyone wanted to talk about race all the time. I started to feel strange . . . I got this flu-like illness and spent a lot of time in bed with Dracula in the dark wing of this big house. I was feverish. I started thinking that vampire stories were a lot to do with the fear of the outsider, because you’ve got this foreign count with this unnatural appetite,” she says, building momentum. “I thought, what’s an unnatural appetite? A girl who eats chalk, but probably with a desire to eat something else.” The result is not a conventional vampire story; there are no fangs, bats or archvillains.

May Day! May Day!!

2009-05-25T08:21:00.000-07:00

Ah ha!!
Finally, I am putting down some intrepid lines!
So what has been happening?

In February, one of my short stories, Kilmoro River was accepted for publication as part of an anthology on African writing.

In March, I feverishly entered several competitions, one of which was Diverse Voices in February and was informed I had been long-listed.

In April, I was shortlisted for my children's book "Gbenga and the reticent chromosome".

In May, I was accepted for a Masters programme in the UK. Yes, for writers. I have accepted. Hmmm...

I think the last is perhaps the most nail-biting because it was the most recent and it will entail actually committing to hard work for several long months.

This wish and willingness to take part in such a course is actually very interesting given that I was one to previously scorn writing courses at the post-graduate level. Surely, I thought, you can't teach natural talent? Why do a course on something you already know how to do?

I have only come round (yes, a 360 turn) simply because I have convinced myself that it can only improve what I think I have and could otherwise help polish some of the atrocious authorship errors I may otherwise commit. (I am of course not admitting to any from the past).

I have other projects in the works and I hope I will actually be able to keep my promise (this time) and from now on keep updating the info on this blog. Let's all hear an Amen!

For now, adios.

A new beginning

2009-01-23T02:01:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I am resolved to make 2009 a unique and distinctive year of excellence. I am not at all certain about new year resolutions but I do believe in committing oneself to what one believes in. And on these famous words, I give you my words of wisdom for 2009.

May it be a year of exceptional fortitude, tolerance, peace and empowerment for women of all races all over the world. May aspirations soar higher on the wings of inspiration.
Live long and proud.

On a second note, I hope to be more consistent with my blogging this year, mainly because I believe I will have a lot more to share. Oh, I have stuff to write, it's the sharing that I need to work on.

So again, Happy 2009!!!

Bruce Clarke and Palexpo

2008-05-07T07:20:00.000-07:00

Exciting news people!!!

I was able to exhibit along with my art collective during the Europ'Art Fair at Palexpo (30 April - 4 May) and it was a very...interesting experience. While sales were dismal for the majority of all the exposants, it was a good place to make art contacts and see what other people from around the world are doing with the creativity. In that sense, it was worth it.

I was also lucky enough to meet the artist, Brue Clarke who was speaking at the discursive sessions of the book fair event of the Africa stand on his activism and the problems faced by black/African people in general. I even got his book which he so kindly autographed.
Its so exciting getting to meet the artists themselves. They are never quite what I expect. Its fabulous!

African art articles...again

2008-05-07T07:14:00.001-07:00

The article I just added is actually only part of the much longer article which can be read at: http://www.artafrica.info/html/artigotrimestre/artigo_i.php?id=14

I had to include it as the debate of African art and art in general is contentious, often biased and quite frankly, incorrect. They are also overly peppered by excruciatingly tedious stereotypes that begs the question, when will someone get it right.

This is of course not to say that some don't already do so but rather, they are so rare as iridium.

Yes, of course I am looking into compiling my own understanding of African art, therefore putting my money where my mouth is. Yes, I will keep you posted on that

Arguments about African art continue

2008-05-07T07:12:00.000-07:00

A controversial debate about African art that has surfaced in the past few years concerns its role as a mirror of Western colonial history. The criticism prompted by the ‘Primitivism' in 20th Century Art' exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art2 was reopened, and subverted, by ‘Magiciens de la Terre' at the Centre Pompidou in 1989. In the former, precolonial African and Oceanic art was presented as a set of powerful divining rods for proto-Cubists, Expressionists and Surrealists. In the latter, the enigmatic to (Westerners) nature of contemporary African, Asian, and Diaspora art was translated into the art of the conjurer (magicien), and at the same time, this act of conjuring was equated (quite misleadingly) with the cultural production of a Western avant garde. In both exhibitions there was an attempt to demonstrate the ‘affinities' between the ‘tribal and the modern', Third World and First World.

Postmodern critics have used these exhibitions (the first a powerful articulation of the Modernist paradigm, the second a flawed attempt at paradigm-breaking) to comment upon the intellectual appropriation of African and other Third World art by Western museums and collectors3.

Meanwhile, most mainstream institutions and a surprising number of scholars continue to think about African art and its public presentation as if this debate were not taking place at all. In most of the major exhibitions of African art currently circulating in the United States there is little attempt, either explicit or implicit, to subvert omniscient curatorial authority4. Perhaps it is time to cast a shadow on this authority by re-examining the way it operates in defining African art, both as commodity and as aesthetic act.

The West and the Rest5

Two questions are central to this debate: who creates meaning for African art? Who or what determines its cultural authenticity? The authenticity issue has been raised many times in the pages of the journal African Arts,6 but I want to examine it specifically in the light of the current discussion of cultural appropriation, since in the past it has been reviewed in terms of fakes, forgeries, and imitations - terms that are themselves heavily laden with the weight of earlier ideas about African art and culture, most specifically the primacy of ‘traditional society. To talk about authenticity, it is first necessary to unpack the meanings assumed for ‘traditional society', and by extension, ‘traditional art'.

A major underpinning for the argument I am making here is that what we call ‘traditional society' is a major legacy of our Victorian past, owing as much to nineteenth-century Romanticism and the social-evolutionary notion of disappearing cultures as to any reality found in Africa itself. In African studies it continues to function as a more benign, euphemistic version of that recently shelved artifact, ‘primitive society'7. The idea that before colonialism most African societies were relatively isolated, internally coherent, and highly integrated has been such a powerful paradigm and so fundamental to the West's understanding of Africa that we are obliged to retain it even when we now know that much of it is an oversimplified fiction.

This assumed combination of isolation and a tightly knit inner coherence has given rise to a presupposition of uniqueness in material cultures (William Fagg's ‘tribality', leading to unique tribal styles8), ritual systems, and cosmologies. Nowhere has this orthodox and conservative view of African culture been so obvious as in Dogon studies, where the Dogon were made to seem unique not only in Mali but in all of Africa.9 Such ideas are losing their currency, but only slowly.

In African art studies our most uncritical assumption has been the before/after scenario of colonialism, in which art before colonization, occurring in most places from the mid-nineteenth to early twentieth century, exhibited qualities that made it authentic in the sense of untainted by Western intervention). Most crucially it was made to be used by the same society that produced it. In this scenario, art produced within a colonial or postcolonial context is relegated to an awkward binary opposition: it is inauthentic because it was created after the advent of a cash economy and new forms of patronage from missionaries, colonial administrators, and more recently, tourists and the new African elite.

This view of authenticity, though now questioned by many scholars, is still held firmly by major art museums and the most prominent dealers and collectors. It is, almost by necessity, the implicit principle of selection for the art seen on display in large-budget, foundation-supported circulating exhibitions such as the recent ‘Yoruba: Nine Centuries of African Art and Thought' and ‘Gold of Africa' as well as in the permanent displays of the National Museum of African Art, the Metropolitan Museum's Rockefeller Wing, and the National Museum in Lagos. In addition, such art, ideally precolonial or more often dating from the early colonial period, is the subject of virtually all the advertisements placed by dealers in the pages of African Arts and Arts d'Afrique Noire.

Ironically, what we could call canonical African art - that which is collected and displayed and hence authenticated and valorised as ‘African art' - was and is only produced under conditions that ought to preclude the very act of collecting. Seen from an anticolonial ideological perspective, collecting African art is a hegemonic activity, an act of appropriation; seen historically, it is a largely colonial enterprise; and seen anthropologically, it is the logical outcome of a social-evolutionary view of the Other: the collecting of specimens as a corollary of ‘discovery'. Even if none of this were acknowledged, one cannot escape the internal contradiction in the working definition of authenticity - namely that it excludes ‘contamination' (to continue the specimen metaphor) while at the same time requiring it in the form of the collector.

It is possible, in wishful thinking, to circumvent this collector or at least neutralise him or her: a simple gift from a local ruler to a colonial administrator (Ruxton in the Benuel), to a missionary (Sheppard in Kuba country), or to an explorer (Vasco da Gama on the Swahili coast) might seem non-interventionist.[10] But we know from Leo Frobenius^' diaries how very acrimonious, even hostile, such exchanges could become within the web of conflicting interests that surrounded them. The notion that they were somehow devoid of political or economic motive on either side seems patently ridiculous now, yet that is the implicit assumption in the ‘invisible collector^' required of paradigmatic ‘authentic' art.

A second fiction in the construction of the canon is that no important changes occurred in artistic production during the period of early contact collecting - that is, neither style nor iconography nor the role or position of the artist was affected in any important way by the initial European presence. That this is an equally dangerous and naive assumption can be shown by looking at the radical transformation in warrior masquerades in the Cross River and Ogoja region of south-eastern Nigeria with the coming of the British. The early documentation of these masks described them as skulls worn on the dancer's head.[11] Very few examples exist in collections, since these were not ‘art' by any stretch of the colonial imagination. Those few still extant are starkly real skulls, over-modelled with mimetic touches such as hair and false eyes, or rearticulated lower jaws. As the pax Britannica depleted the availability of enemy skulls, these were replaced by carved wooden imitations, in some areas (Cross River) covered with skin for greater realism and in others (Igede, Idoma) painted white with black cicatrisation patterns[12]. It is these, and not the truly precolonial decorated skulls, that have been accepted into the canon and are highly sought after by collectors as authentic. Here Western taste, not Western contamination, has dictated what is art and what is merely ethnographic specimen.

Another example is Yoruba resist-dyed textiles. Prior to the importation of factory cloth from Manchester, these were made from handspun, handwoven cotton that was too coarsely textured, too soft, and too thick for complex adire techniques and patterns to develop. Yet the elaboration of adire in the heavily missionised town of Abeokuta, and the growth of its production, were in no way thought of as inauthentic by collectors until the 1960s, when it began to be produced for a Peace Corps and tourist market in colours other than indigo. In both of these examples it was not the intervention of Europeans and subsequent modification of a tradition that marked its ‘authentic' and ‘inauthentic' phases. Rather, ‘authentic' was defined in terms of the collectors' taste.

If there were no such thing as collections, if the processes of appropriation, reclassification. and public display did not exist, it might be possible to push back the before/after scenario to a much earlier gate - say, to the advent of Islam in West Africa or to the coming of the Portuguese. Seen strictly in terms of their cultural impact, these earlier encounters were surely as important as colonialism. But because such a revision would limit authenticity to a handful of collected objects, almost none of which would be sculpture in wood, it could not possibly find acceptance in the world of museums and collectors. The canonical ‘before' therefore was defined originally in terms of a Victorian ideology led by a felicitous combination of imperial design, social Darwinism, and collecting zeal.

But the fact is that Africa is a part of the world and has a long history. There are innumerable befores and afters in this history, and to select the eve of European colonialism as the unbridgeable chasm between traditional, authentic art and an aftermath polluted by foreign contact is arbitrary in the extreme. While it is very true that both the nineteenth and the twentieth centuries were periods of ‘fast happening', in George Kubler's phrase,[13] it would be naive to assume that no other such periods existed in African art history.

What is far more likely is that there were several - some associated with the spread of new technologies (brass-casting, weaving, tailoring, the introduction of the horse), others with the spread of ideas (Islam, a sky-dwelling creator god, the concept of masking). I am suggesting that there is no point in time prior to which we could speak of the ascendancy of ‘traditional culture' and after which we could speak of its decline. The old biological model of birth, flowering, decay, and death imposes on culture not only an order that is seldom there but also, in this case, the strong temptation to identify the onset of ‘decay' with the onset of colonialism. This is the historicist flaw in the authenticity test used to construct the canon of African art.

The third fiction concerning African art is that it has a timeless past, that in the long interlude before colonialism, forms remained more or less static over centuries. Occasional pieces of evidence that support this view, such as the Yoruba-derived divination board collected at Ardra before 1659[14], have been extrapolated to create a mythic steady-state universe of canonical art. The logical corollary of the ‘timeless past' is the fiction of the ‘ethnographic present', that eve of contact forever fixed in the narrative structures of contemporary ethnography. Even scholars who readily acknowledge the absurdity of the former may frequently cling to the latter as their putative time frame. In doing so they privilege this artificially constructed eve of contact as if what came afterward is by definition less relevant, and (one hardly need say) less authentic. Yet only societies in which all change was compressed into a cataclysmic surge of Western penetration could be imagined to cease to exist after that moment. For nonexistence, in the cultural sense, is assumed when change is read as destruction of a way of life, rather than its transformation. And indeed, in much of the writing on African art, this after-contact period is simply a blank white space on the page.

Thus in typical exhibition catalogues of Yoruba art, we learn that there are orisas and their ritual objects. but as a rule there is no mention of how these fit into the complex twentieth-century renegotiation of orisa discipleship, Islam, and Christianity that now characterises Yoruba religious life. Instead, the reader is invited into a fictional ethnographic present where these radical changes do not intrude.[15]

Just as casting African art in an ambiguous ethnographic present denies it history, insistence on the anonymity of African artists denies it individuality.[16] Far from seeing this anonymity as a result of the way African art is usually collected in the first place - stolen or negotiated through the mediation of traders or other outsiders - we have come to accept it as part of the art's canonical character. The nameless artist has been explained as a necessary precondition to authenticity, a footnote to the concept of a ‘tribal' style that he has the power neither to resist nor to change.[17] Although the principal architect of the tribal style notion, William Fagg, nonetheless recognised that ‘the work of art is the outcome of a dialectic between the informing tradition and the individual genius of the artist,'[18] it has been more common to speak of the artist as simply bound to and by tradition.[19]

Among French dealers and collectors of African art, ‘authentic' frequently means ‘anonymous^', and anonymity precludes any consideration of the individual creative act. One Parisian collector told Sally Price: ‘It gives me great pleasure not to know the artist's name. Once you have found out the artist's name, the object ceases to be primitive art'.[20] In other words, the act of ascribing identity simultaneously erases mystery. And for art to be ‘primitive' it must possess, or be seen to possess a certain opacity of both origin and intention. When those conditions prevail, it is possible for the Western collector to reinvent a mask or figure as an object of connoisseurship. But when Price asked one such connoisseur whether he thought the creator of such a work might be aware of these same aesthetic considerations, the answer was an emphatic denial.[21] The ‘primitive' artist, in this Africa of the mind, is controlled by forces larger than himself and is consequently ignorant of the subjective feelings of aesthetic choice. In such an equation, the Western connoisseur is the essential missing factor that transforms artifact into art.[22] In a seminal essay on issues surrounding the authenticity of Oriental carpets,[23] Brian Spooner argues that an important aspect of the carpets appeal to Western collectors is this marked cultural distance between maker and collector, and the corresponding lack of information about the artist that it usually implies. In such situations the collector is able to construct a set of attributes that describes the ‘real thing'. Ironically, it is not knowledge but ignorance of the subject that ensures its authenticity.

The corollary of this all-in-one anonymity is that one artist's work can stand for a whole culture, since the whole culture is assumed to be homogeneous (yet at the same time unique). Although it is a tautology, this has long been a major argument for the concept of a tribal style: an identifiable cultural style is a major ingredient in defining ethnicity, and a Yoruba (Idoma, Kalahari, etc.) artist is one who works in that identifiable style. In a video accompanying one currently circulating exhibition, a pleasant-voiced narrator explains, ‘The Yoruba believe...' I couldn't help wondering, Which Yoruba? Muslims? Baptists? Aladura? Those who still follow the orisas? Lagos businessmen? Herbalists?[24] Omniscient curatorial authority has the power to flatten out these hills and valleys, but should it? Is the public really incapable of understanding that African cultures, and the arts they produce, are not monolithic? Do we really want a ‘text without a shadow'?

The faraway collector also reinvents each mask or figure as an object of desire: a projection of alterity (in earlier times, the colonised ‘primitive'^.), seen in whatever intellectual fashion prevails at the moment. The Kongo nail figure became a ‘fetish', every female image a ‘fertility emblem', and so on. Naming and categorising are interventions as important as connoisseurship. When catalogues of collections appear, they are frequently organised under a dual ‘tribal style' and ‘culture area' rubric. While classificatory principles may be necessary to organise a large body of material, they obscure certain correspondences as well as illuminate others. Although Yoruba Gelede and Maconde Mapiko masks often bear striking visual similarities, these are never recognised or commented upon because the masks appear in widely separated parts of any catalogue or exhibition: the Guinea Coast and East African sections, respectively.

The most powerful of the classificatory interventions are the words ‘traditional' and ‘authentic', which become shorthand designations for ‘good'and their negations ‘non-traditional' and ‘inauthentic', which become synonymous with ‘bad'. In the same way, a Dogon mask to which a recognised expert applies the epithet ‘export piece^' is instantly transformed from an object of desire with a high market value to a piece of flotsam afloat in the postcolonial world. The language of classification used to canonise or decanonise a piece of African sculpture is powerful, one sided, and usually final. A sculpture's worth as an aesthetic object, a piece of invention, a solution to a puzzle of solids, voids, and surfaces, is left totally unexamined unless it first passes the authenticity test. No Kamba carving, however brilliant or extraordinary, would get past the front door of any reputable New York gallery specialising in African art. It would be said to ‘lack integrity', implying that somehow nontraditional artists have detached themselves from their cultures and that their work is therefore inauthentic.

In the earlier debates about authenticity in African art, much discussion centred on copies, replication, and fakes. We may ask what kind of assumptions underlie such questions.[25] What is being falsified? And in whose eyes? On the one hand the construction of the idea of ‘tribal' style presumes a fairly high degree of uniformity from one artist's work to another, and such replication has been accepted as part of the ‘traditional art' paradigm. But when a contemporary carver from another ethnic group (or tribal style area) intentionally takes up this same style, the resulting object is said to be a fake because, it is claimed, there is conscious intent to deceive. The same claim is made even if the carver is a member of the ‘traditional' culture that produced the object in the first place, if he artificially ages the piece or allows it to be thought old by the buyer. Given the absence of a signature or known artists hand in most cases, intentionality is seemingly crucial in deciding what is authentic and what is fake.

But it is not so clear that the distinctions of these Western collectors are very resonant in the mind of the African artist. Asante carvers are an interesting case in which artists' attitudes toward copying successful forms have been well documented.[26] For Asante (and many other) carvers,[27] imitating a well-known model is considered neither deceptive nor demeaning; rather, it is viewed as both economically pragmatic and a way of legitimating the skill of a predecessor (if an old model) or paying homage to a fellow artist in the case of a recent innovation).[28]

This attitude stems directly from the way in which carving is regarded as a livelihood. While this view is well known, it bears repeating in this context: whereas Western artists often see their work primarily as a vehicle for self-realisation, that attitude is as unfamiliar to African artists as it is in African culture generally, unless we refer to elite artists trained in Western-type art schools. Typically, the carving profession, or any other that results in the construction of artifacts (brass-casting, weaving, pottery-making etc.), is seen as a form of work, not qualitatively very different from farming, repairing radios, or driving a taxi. This does not mean that it is not ‘serious' - work is indeed serious - but that it is viewed matter-of-factly as aiming to satisfy the requirements set down by patrons. One does whatever is necessary to become a successful practitioner.

Jua Kali Blacksmith , Kamakunji Market, Nairobi, Kenya, 1987. Photo: Sidney Kasfir.

Furthermore, in precolonial patron-client interactions, it was the custom for artists to try openly to please patrons, even if this meant modifying form. Not surprisingly, that attitude has carried over into colonial and postcolonial relations with new patrons, including foreigners. It is unclear why making what the buyer prefers should be regarded by Western collectors as acceptable in the past but opportunistic now. One reason may be that they see types of payment for traditional commissions - yams, goats, iron rods - as less commercial than currency transactions, and this has the effect of ‘softening' the economic motive for the transaction. But the more likely reason is the Western collector's failure to recognise that even precolonial African art was essentially ‘client-driven'.[29]

The other major difference between African artist and foreign collector is the antiquarianist mindset of the latter. African art in a Western (or equally, Japanese) collection takes on greater significance, prestige, and market value if it is old. While most Africans do not share this attitude toward their art, they are willing to accept the fact that collectors prefer ‘antiquities' and[30] consequently see nothing wrong with replicating them. The intentional deception (and it happens with regularity) occurs more frequently in the marketing of a work by traders and later by art dealers. It is usually less a matter of collusion between artist and trader than of the marked difference between African and Western thinking about the significance of one-of -a-kind originality.

On the question of imitation and its relation to deception, we could conclude, first, that Western collectors have nothing against imitation in the sense of artists following time-worn prototypes - in fact a completely unsurprising mask or figure in a well-documented ‘tribal' style is usually preferable to something wildly original and idiosyncratic, since there are no standards for judging the worth of the latter. Second, the same Western collector (or museum professional) is distinctly uncomfortable with any tampering with the prototypical imitation, through attempts to make it look old or through imitation by an artist outside the group with whom the prototype is thought to have originated. Either of these serves to de-authenticate the piece, regardless of its merits as a work of art. Third, most (I am guessing here, but based on fairly broad experience) non-elite African artists, whether rural or urban, would find these ideas arbitrary rather than obvious, and more than a little baffling in their seeming inconsistency toward imitation.

If now go back to the question of what is being falsified in the case of ‘fakes', we might wish to look beyond the short range, In a centre-versus-periphery view of cultural production, the centre defines legitimate means and ends, to which the periphery can only respond, If we allow that collecting became the coloniser's role, can it be surprising that the colonised responded with the willing supply of what the centre seemed to demand? That the ‘antiquity' may have been new both complied and retaliated - subversion producing its ‘own chiaroscuro'.

Authenticity as an ideology of collection and display creates an aura of cultural truth around certain types of African art (mainly precolonial and sculptural) But the implications of authenticity extend even further into an ideology of recording culture, whether through film or through writing, The ethnographic film is particularly vulnerable to this form of selective perception. In 1978 in Ibadan I watched a crew of perfectly serious German filmmakers systematically eliminating the Jimmy Cliff T -shirts, wristwatches, and plastic in various forms from a Yoruba crowd scene at an Egungun festival. They were attempting to erase Westernisation from Yoruba culture, rewriting Yoruba ethnography in an effort to reinvent a past free of Western intervention - a pure, timeless lime and space, an ‘authentic' Yoruba world,

Charles Keil relates the story of the Tiv women's dance known as Icough and how it was modified by filmmakers (in the face of considerable Tiv resistance) to fit the requirements of cultural authenticity and the attention span of a Western audience.[31] A dance sequence of eight segments lasting well over an hour was reduced to three; the usual audience of ‘enthusiastic supporters pushing forward for a better look or breaking into the dance to press coins on perspiring brows' was completely absent. But most serious, the aesthetics governing the dance itself - what Keil refers to as the Tiv expressive grid - were modified by the insistence of the filmmakers that the women change their costumes from the Western-style, circle-skirted dresses and pith helmets usually worn for this dance to the more common Tiv ‘native' wrappers. What is subsequently lost in the film is the interaction of costume and movement that is central to this particular dance:

The dresses in the original dance, all flounced and starched out in circular hems around the knees, provided a moving circumference against which knee bends, elbow actions and neck angles could counterpoint themselves...the removal of pith helmets from the heads of the dance co-leaders seems a petty suppression to complain of until one realises that two pivotal hubs that literally cap the presentation and balance the skirt circles are missing"... Not only were the central symbols of a ‘rite of modernization' taken away or repressed, but the power of Tiv tradition to master those symbols, incorporate them into Tiv metaphor, was being denied.[32]

Having been shown David Attenborough's film Behind the Mask (1975], my students are always shocked to learn that tourists regularly visit certain Dogon villages. The film artfully presents the Dogon as a ‘pure' culture, untainted by contact with outsiders. In an equally popular film, Peggy Harper and Frank Speed's Gelede (c. 1982), the Western Yoruba mask festival is performed in a nearly empty space with almost no audience, even though we know that in fact it takes place in a crowded marketplace amidst noise, dust, and confusion.[33] Presumably, clear camera angles took precedence over contextuality. By strict definition these are not documentary films, because they control and regulate participants. Yet they are widely used in both museums and university classrooms. Despite their flaws they have defined and authenticated the performative aspect of African art for a generation of students.

I have quoted at length the instance of the filming of the Icough dance because it provides such a striking analogy to the redefining of objects such as masks, in the process of removing them from the scene of their production and use and installing them in a museum. This reduction and stripping away of meaning by the removal of ‘extraneous' facts' -whether a decaying masquerade costume or a starched dress and pith helmet - serve seemingly opposite purposes in the two cases. In the dance, it self-consciously traditionalises the performance for a film audience that expects the exotic; in the example of the mask installed in a museum, the removal of accoutrements reduces it to uncluttered sculpture that can be displayed in the Modernist idiom, as pure form. But both cases involve the same act of erasure and imposition of new meaning. And both are so frequently done that we take them wholly for granted.

Art and Artifact: The Creation of Meaning

This leads to a very troubling question: who creates meaning for African art? It is difficult not to conclude that it is largely Western curators, collectors, and critics (whose knowledge, as we will see, is deftly mediated by entrepreneurial African traders along the way) rather than the cultures and artists who produce it. This is not to suggest that the original work possesses no intentionality. It is fully endowed with intention by its creator as well as by its patrons. But the successive meanings an object is given are fluid and negotiable, fragile and fully capable of erasure as it passes from hand to hand and ultimately into a foreign collection. Here it must be invented anew, most often in the context of a museum culture dominated either by a Modernist aesthetic that looks for ‘affinities' with the Third World or by a potentially deadening ‘material culture' approach. A handful of museums have found other ways of reinventing African art that strive consciously to be anti-Modernist and anti-hegemonic, such as the Centre Pompidou's 1989 installation of ‘Magiciens de la Terre',[34] or richly contextualist, such as the Museum of Mankind's Yoruba installation of the mid-1970s; they are reinventions nonetheless, since that is an inescapable aspect of what museums do. Even the contextual approaches that are consciously designed to preserve the integrity of cultures represented are far from neutral. Barbara Kirschenblatt-Gimblett reminds us that designing the exhibition is also constituting the subject, and that ‘in-context approaches exert strong cognitive control over the objects, asserting the power of classification and arrangement.'[35]

James Clifford further reminds us that prior to the twentieth century, African artifacts were not ‘art' in either African or Western eyes,[36] Jacques Maquet made the same point earlier,[37] referring to African art as ‘art by metamorphosis'. In Western museums these objects underwent double taxonomic shift - first from exotica to scientific specimens when the earlier ‘cabinets of curiosities' gave way to newly founded museums of natural history in the late nineteenth century; and following their ‘discovery' by Picasso and his friends in the early decades of the twentieth-century, they underwent a second promotion into art museums and galleries where they were ‘contextualised' as art objects.[38]

This migration of objects through classificatory systems can be mapped topologically as well diachronically. The experienced museum-goer knows that the art-museum display policy in 1ich an isolated mask or figure is encased in a vitrine or lit with track lights means to convey the information that the object is to be apprehended as ‘art'; the same object embedded in the busy diorama of a natural history museum display is meant to be read differently, as a cultural text. In the former, its uniqueness is stressed, in the latter, its ‘con-textuality'. Yet, as museums, both confer cultural authenticity upon the objects displayed there, which are canonised in the popular coffee-table title, Treasures of the ....

That from an African perspective these objects are not art in the current Western sense is too well known to discuss here. Our museum collections, on the other hand, are constituted by criteria that we, and not they, devise. The fact that the various Idoma (Alago, etc.) lexical terms for ‘mask' are wholly non-aesthetic will not perturb even the most inexperienced museum docent. As Maquet suggests,[39] why not define art as those objects that are displayed on museum walls? Every collected mask or figure is defined and given boundaries by its surroundings: the village shrine house 8where it is wrapped in burlap and hung out of the reach of white ants when not in use), the trader's kiosk in an African city (where it rests among hundreds of other de/recontextualised objects and is first given an ‘art' identity), the Madison Avenue gallery (where it is put through the ‘quality' sieve and aestheticised with other' quality' objects), and finally the home of the wealthy collector (where it is reincorporated into a domestic setting, but unlike the situation in the village, is on constant display, ‘consumed' visually by collector and friends). Taken in sequence, the definitions overlap at least somewhat, but between the first and last there is an almost total reinvention of how and what the object signifies.

Tourist Art and Authenticity

Of all the varieties of African art that trigger the distaste of connoisseurs and subvert the issue of authenticity, surely so-called tourist art is the worst-case scenario. In the biological model of stylistic development it exemplifies ‘decay' or even ‘death'; in discussions of quality it is dismissed as crude, mass-produced and crassly commercial; in the metaphors of symbolic anthropology it is impure, polluted; in the salvage anthropology paradigm it is already lost. The Centre for African Art in New York decided to omit it from its supposedly definitive contemporary art exhibition ‘Africa Explores', presumably for some or all of the above reasons.

At the same time it is a richly layered example of how the West has invented meaning (and in this case denied authenticity) in African art. Without Western patronage it would not exist. It is a Marxist's nightmare, hegemonic appropriation gone wild. But what actually is ‘it'? The rubric ‘tourist art' seems to include all art made to be sold that does not conveniently fit into other classifications. It is easier to state what it excludes: ‘international' art made by professionally trained African artists and sold within the gallery circuit, ‘traditional' art made for an indigenous community, and ‘popular' art that is non-traditional but is also sold to, performed for, or displayed to ‘the people',.

To someone only passingly familiar with the African urban scene, this definition might seem to leave only curios - ‘airport art' - the carved giraffes and elephants seen in any Woolworth's or in front of any tropical Hilton. In fact it leaves a great deal more, from the ingenious (embroidered helicopters and jewellery from recycled engine parts); to the inevitable (Samburu beaded watchstrap covers), as well as various types of sculpture and painting. But by assigning everything else under one classificatory, and inevitably dismissive, label, Western art museums and galleries cause all other ‘unassigned' forms to become invisible, to fall through the canonical sieve. The erasure is as complete as the remaking, on film, of the Icough dance or the Gelede festival.

Conversely, the fact that considerable numbers of tourists buy a type of art does not make it tourist art by current definitions. Osogbo art is sold mainly to tourists and expatriates resident in Nigeria, but because it was canonised as authentic contemporary art back in the 1960s, most writers do not treat it as tourist art.[40] Yoruba ibeji figures, originally used to commemorate dead twins, but frequently transformed into art objects in galleries from Abidjan to Nairobi, are also sold to tourists in great numbers (being small and usually cheaper than masks) but are not considered anyone to be tourist art. The reasons are different in the two cases. Osogbo art escapes the tourist label by being the work of several individually known artists, each with a recognisable The most famous of these, Twins Seven-Seven, was included in the ‘Magiciens de la Terre' exhibition in 1989. When he first came to prominence in the 1960s, he received the same extravagant praise and adulation from the art world as Chéri Samba garners today. But what of the host of imitations Twins' work has spawned, each being peddled on the sidewalks of Lagos and Ibadan? Most are lacking in skill and inventiveness, but one or two are almost as good as the work of Twins himself. Is that work tourist art? Neither patronage nor quality seems to be the crucial factor.

Beads for sale in a Nairobi market stall, 1991. Photo: Sidney Kasfir.

In the case of the ibejis, this status demotion is avoided by virtue of the artist's intention: they were made to be used by a Yoruba patron in a sacred context. The fact that they are sold to tourists nowadays cannot dislodge their place in the canon. Yet even intentionality is not a reliable test for admission to, or exclusion from, the canon. Let us take the frequently cited case of the Afro-Portuguese ivories. While clearly made for foreign consumption, they suffer no disapprobation and lot classified as tourist art by museums or collectors[41]. For one thing they are precolonial in date and therefore do not fit the view of tourist art as a colonial and postcolonial phenomenon. The antiquarianism of Western museums and collectors strongly predisposes toward their admission to the canon on the basis of age. But there is another, equally important reason: they are technically works of great virtuosity and they are carved from ivory, a material associated with expense and rarity in Western taste. Tourist art is thought to be both crude and cheap. Objects seemingly escape this classification by being old, very expensive, or technically complex.[42]

We have seen then that the ‘tourist' in ‘tourist art' is not the crucial distinction that keeps Western authorities from admitting it to the canon. Rather it is the belief that it is cheap, crude, and mass-produced. But all African art is cheap, in art market terms, prior to its arrival in the West. Much ‘authentic' art is crudely fashioned - Dogon Kanaga masks, for example - but this seems no deterrent to its popularity with collectors. And what of mass production? Even a humble curio is d crafted. Mass production implies the use of standardisation techniques and assembly lines - hardly a description of what goes on in a carvers' co-operative. What the Western connoisseur imagines, with obvious distaste, is a kind of machine-like efficiency, a perception that totally obscures the fact that the working relationship among these carvers is fundamentally no different from, say, that of a group of Yoruba apprentices in an Ife workshop turning out everything from Epa masks to nativity scenes.[43] Even in very large Kamba co-operatives. Such as the Changamwe outside Mombasa, the hundreds of carvers are broken down into separate sheds of a dozen or fewer men who maintain close ties over many years, who train new apprentices, and who may even be relatives from the same village in Ukambani, the Kamba homeland. Within these co-operatives, apprentices learn from, and are permanently indebted to, master carvers in much the same way as in the past. The Kamba were not makers of wood sculpture in the precolonial period; they were celebrated as blacksmiths, ivory carvers, and by the late nineteenth century, as beadworkers. Their ability to take up curio carving on a wide scale did not suddenly appear one day out of thin air, was made possible by their long collective experience as craftsmen.

Fig 3: Sculptor at work, Kamba Carvers Cooperative, Changamwe, Kenya, 1991. Photo Sidney Kasfir.

John Povey's comments on Kamba carvers are typical of the inaccurate way in which carvers' co-operatives are envisioned: ‘The conveyor-belt system of their production prevents any suggestion that they can offer career options for local artists. They require factory workers'.[44] There is role specialisation in many co-operatives, which leads to repetition of certain forms in response to consumer demand. On the other hand there are also superior carvers as well as ‘hacks' in these groups - not everyone works at the same technical level. This fact is well documented for the Kamba,[45] Asante,[46] Kulebele,[47] and Maconde.[48] Working alongside a young apprentice who carves only spoons may be a master carver such as Lawrence Kariuki (the only Kikuyu member of the Naiirobi Kamba co-operative), who may work on the same piece for weeks and carves only on individual commission. But once again, it would appear that the forced anonymity that results from collective group identity - the ‘tribal style' - causes Western critics to lump together the good, the bad, and the indifferent under a single rubric.

Even originality, the sine qua non for ‘significant' Western art, occurs as frequently in tourist art , in other types. Innovation, after all, is fundamental to a genre that depends upon its novelty for acceptance by the foreign patron. Yet this very inventiveness is found offensive by connoisseurs of African art. Why? Perhaps because it violates the canonical model of a timeless and eventless past. Paula Ben-Amos, in an incisive comparison of tourist art and pidgin languages, argued for another important difference between traditional and tourist arts: a different set of rules for the manipulation of form itself.[49] Whereas precolonial African sculpture was characterised by ‘rigid symmetry and frontality', the deviance of tourist art from that norm results in either ‘surreal distortion' or a move toward naturalism. The former is often seen as ‘grotesque' by connoisseurs of traditional art - a normative judgment based on the preference for the more ‘classic', self-contained precolonial styles. This comes down to the problem of taste, an important issue often neglected in the authenticity debate and one that I have treated elsewhere.[50]

Behind and beneath many of the attempts to dismiss the authenticity of so-called tourist art is its inability to resist commodification. No collector wishes to see a piece nearly identical to his in a shop window, since in Western culture there is no prestige (and little investment potential in owning a thing that is not one-of-a-kind. Spooner calls attention to the ‘obsession for distinction' that motivates many collectors of Oriental carpets.[51] Kirschenblatt-Gimblett notes the same problems of commodification in the collection of American folk art and relates this to the Modernist agenda as it is spelled out by the critic Frederic Jameson: ‘Modernism conceives of its formal vocation to be the resistance to commodity form, not to be a commodity, to devise an aesthetic language incapable of offering commodity satisfaction ...'.[52] It would be difficult not to see the relevance of these arguments to the fears of collectors or to the acquisition policies of art museums.[53]

Maconde sculpture,[54] which since 1959 has been produced in two substyles, one naturalis1 (binadamu, ‘human beings') and one anti-naturalistic (shetanior jini, ‘spirits'), is a perfect illustration of the bifurcation between a precolonial, self-contained symmetry and a postcolonial expressionism. It is routinely rejected by fine art museums and owned mainly by those who do not collect canonical African art.[55] But not all museums are concerned with canonicity. A Maconde collection has been accepted by the Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History, as testimony to the role played by aesthetics in the processes of cultural change. The ecumenically inclined organisers of ‘Magiciens de la Terre' at Centre Pompidou also ignored precedent and included the work of one Maconde sculptor, John Fundi. He is quoted in the catalogue with a single sentence: ‘Toutes mes oeuvres ont une histoire.'[56] This storytelling is one more violation of the rules of the canon, since ‘traditional' sculpture lacks a narrative character.

Fundi's art is indeed ‘grotesque' by the prevailing canon of taste that precolonial art has generated. It is also an act of bricolage. What this means is perhaps clearer if we begin with the artist's name, one more ‘subversion which creates its own chiaroscuro'. In KiSwahili, a fundi is an artisan,[57] but the word also carries the connotation of ‘one who fixes things'. If my bicycle chain is broken, I take it to the bicycle fundi. Also to the point, it may connote a person who has the peculiar skill or talent needed to ‘bring things off'[58] He is the East African equivalent of Claude Levi-Strauss' bricoleur,[59] mending what is broken with whatever materials come to hand. In the Third World, everything useful is collected and recycled: old rubber tyres become sandal, cows' tails become flywhisks, safety pins and zippers become jewellery. This inventiveness, which requires a constant shifting about of means and ends, causes the products of the fundi's labour to be constantly in flux.

This habit of mind, making a virtue of necessity, is as true of the woodcarver as it is of the man who repairs bicycles. The first Maconde shetani carving is attributed by the carvers themselves to Samaki Likonkoa, who in 1959 was carrying a ‘normal' binadamu figure to the trader Mohamee Peera in Dares Salaam when one of its arms was accidentally broken off.[60] Disconsolate, Samaki returned home, where he dreamed that night of his dead father. In his dream, his father instructed him to smooth the broken shoulder socket and gouge out the eyes. It would then represent a bush spirit, a djinn.[61]

The fact that none of the Dar es Salaam immigrant Maconde had made a shetani before was immaterial, since this was not intended for use within the Maconde community. It would be sold by Peera to anyone who walked into his shop and fancied it. Samaki's act of bricolage came to him in a dream in which tradition (his father) sanctioned innovation by relating it back to tradition.

(Bush spirits are an integral part of Maconde belief.) This spiralling off into new forms would have been much more difficult in the precolonial past. But the radically different situation introduced by foreign patronage opened the way for invention. In precolonial art, object, symbol and function have represented as tightly bound up with each other in a highly structured system, leaving little for either subverting or extending meanings.[62] But the new genres developed under colonialism (and I include in this category both ‘popular' and ‘tourist' art) feed upon the fluid, highly situational patronage of the African city, not the more predictable needs of chiefs, age grades, and descent groups. This city is linked in turn to the former colonial centre, with its foreign patrons and exotic culture, and to the villages to which its inhabitants regularly return and from which they draw an important part of their identity.[63]

Paula Ben-Amos marshalled Levi-Strauss' argument that the semantic function of art tends to disappear in the transition from ‘primitive' to modern.[64] In modern art (or more accurately, Renaissance to nineteenth-century European art) it is replaced by a mimetic function. That this happened in Benin tourist art is clear from Ben Amos' interview with Samson Okungbowa: ‘The commemorative head (made by a traditional guild) represents the head of a spirit, not a human being. Its purpose is to instil fear and it is made for a shrine. No one was ever afraid of an ebony head!'. This example likens tourist art (the ebony head) to pidgin languages, Ben-Amos concludes, because in both cases there is a restricted semantic level and a limited range of subject matter.[65]

Questioning these limitations, Bennetta Jules-Rosette has argued that the semiotic content of tourist art does not disappear but only becomes hidden.[66] Although operating in a few standard mats and a more or less ‘generic' style of representation, both tourist and popular painting ‘use metaphor, metonymy, and allegory to point to an unvoiced layer of meaning that remains implicit in the artist's rendition'.[67] Significantly, the subject here is painting, not sculpture. Painting has a more literary, ‘message bearing' character than the plastic arts and is also a greater artifice, collapsing three dimensions onto a flat surface. As such, it is riper for semiotic analysis than sculpture. Building upon the classificatory system of Ilona Szombati-Fabian and Johannes Fabian,[68] Jules-Rosette extends it to include tourist as well as popular art. In her argument, both tourist and popular Zairian (Congolese) painting express collective memory and consciousness through the employment of stereotypic themes such as idyllic landscapes (‘things ancestral'), colonie belge paintings (‘things past'), and scenes of city life (‘things present').[69]

An interesting question then is how applicable these categories are to other forms of so-called tourist art. Transferring this typology to Maconde sculpture, one might classify ujamaa poles (family trees) and Mama Kikamonde (‘Mother of the Makonde', derived from the matrilineal ancestor) as ‘things ancestral', the well-known caricatures of Europeans, especially priests, as ‘things (of the colonial) past, and genre pieces such as the barber giving a haircut as ‘things present.

Unfortunately, the most innovative sculptures, the shetani figures, are too complex to work into a simple chronological scheme such as this. In a memory frame they represent a qualitatively different dimension, a persistent' past in the present'. Yet except for the ‘things ancestral', they are the most powerful examples of collective memory at work in Maconde sculpture, referring as they do to a set of beliefs about nature spirits, nnandenga, embedded in Maconde oral traditions and masquerade performance. At the same time, as shetani, they are inventions for a modern audience of foreigners. As effective as this schema is for eliciting the ‘messages' of popular and tourist paintings in Zaire (now Democratic Republic of Congo) and Zambia, it requires recasting to fit the problem of Maconde sculpture. The issue of collective memory, I will argue, is crucial in this rethinking, though not in quite the same way as it works for the patrons of Zairian popular painting.

The Maconde carvers of Dares Salaam and its environs are immigrants from Cabo Delgado province in their Mozambican homeland. They reinvent their culture in the alien landscape of Tanzania, usually in scattered settlements outside Dar and Mtwara. In the early 1970s they still harboured a reputation for fierceness among the local Tanzanians, partly because they chose to live apart and partly because they alone continued to cicatrise their faces and file their teeth: the same acts of cultural inscription that appear on their mapiko initiation masks. This high visibility is shared by their shetani figures, which deviate so radically from the typical curio shop repertoire. One might say that the uneasiness felt by the Dar es Salaam locals is equivalent to the discomfort of ‘proper' art collectors, both of whom see the Maconde as culturally alien to their landscape. How then are we to understand what the Maconde are doing? And why should it be rejected by Western cultural institutions as inauthentic?

My own sense is that they are engaged in a complex renegotiation of Maconde identity, particularly the identity of the artist, in this new cultural setting. It is this that gives shetani carvings their ‘emergent' quality, identified by Karin Barber as the most distinctive feature of the popular arts (which, ironically, are rejected by fine art museums and collectors for this very reason).[70] In Dar es Salaam the Maconde carvers were at pains to separate themselves from local Zaramo carvers who produced small curios. The Maconde, unlike the Zaramo, could not be commissioned by a trader to produce a certain number of carvings of a certain type in a certain number of days. To the consternation of the traders, they regarded themselves as ‘artists', meaning that they made whatever they felt like making that day, week, or month. They would also travel back and forth frequently, crossing the Rovuma River and ascending the Maconde Plateau in northern Mozambique.

This seemingly casual attitude towards carving could not have improved their financial status, since an unpredictable output could only make an already meagre living more precarious. Rather, it had to do with the Maconde carvers' self-perception. Carving is work, but it is also a form of mediation between the old life, still very much alive in collective memory (‘We come from Mueda, we all come from Mueda'), and the new one outside the Maconde homeland. Some carvers continue to make the mapiko masks for initiation rituals while fashioning binadamu or shetani figures for sale to foreigners. There is no overlap in style, content, or clientele between these two types of transactions.

But it would be wrong to conclude, as Vogel has done,[71] that only the mapiko masks are authentic cultural expressions. In the artists' eyes, all of their sculptures are equally so: one makes ‘what people want', whether in the indigenous or the foreign patronage system.[72]. Barber's example of West African bands who record different music for the local and the foreign markets is an excellent analogy.[73] On the one hand, as Jean Comaroff comments, in a situation of contradictory values introduced through radical social change, ‘traditional' ritual (or here, art) serves increasingly as a symbol of a lost world of order and control'.[74] But we might also hypothesise that new forms of cultural expression serve to anchor the immigrant's experience in a series of mediations required by the adopted culture and its setting.

The shetani carvings do this very successfully because they are in demand by a new clientele and also serve to legitimate a set of beliefs about the Wild that encompass both the old and new lands. They are ‘signs ... disengaged from their former contexts' that ‘take on transformed (and visually concrete) meanings in their new associations' .[75] In short, the artist continues to play the role of the fundi or the bricoleur.

Why this role should be regarded by Western connoisseurs as inauthentic is perhaps because until now, authenticity has been intimately associated with that ‘lost world of order and control', but not with any of the cultural renegotiations following that loss. We need first of all to recognise that the precolonial past, seen from the present, is an idealisation for Europeans and Africans alike; second, it is crucial to relocate the notion of authenticity in the minds of those who make art and not those on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean who collect it.

The article that follows the picture

2008-04-24T08:37:00.000-07:00

This is a very tragic story about gun violence in the UK. So many deaths that were unnecessarily. Too many young black people dying just because the gun was in the wrong hands, namely in the hands of hot-headed black youth. I strongly suggest everyone read the accompanying article.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2008/apr/24/ukcrime.race

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2008-04-24T02:38:00.000-07:00

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Ousmane Sow Interviewed

2008-04-21T08:47:00.000-07:00

It was really fantastic to meet and interview the famous Senegalese artist, Ousmane Sow in March 2008.
He was kind enough to meet with me and speak about his plans in Geneva and his future and past work.
For those of you who do not already know, O. Sow became a world renowned sculptor after the age of 50, which was when he began to sculpt. I have written an article about him which I hope will be published soon. Of course I will keep you all informed when it is up and available. Until then, happy reading.

The GWG Conference - Go Writers!!

2008-02-05T03:11:00.000-08:00

I recently attended the Geneva Writer's Group Conference (2 - 3 February 2008) which took place at the Webster University campus in...yes, Geneva. It was a wonderful opportunity to meet fellow writers, poets and creatives.

My favourite workshop was the one taught by the very erudite Kwame Kwei-Armah, a very Afrocentric British West-Indian / Caribbean playwright whose dynamic words imparted both exhilaration and pride for craft and ability. I salute him here for encouraging and inspiring others to be the best they were created to be.

He is of course well known in Britain for more than his plays but I think it is rare to meet a writer (political or otherwise) who is committed to advancing awareness of issues pertinent to Africans of all denominations - I speak here of roots and not religions - and in bringing to our minds questions that we have perhaps trained ourselves to stop asking, either because it is inconvenient to do so or because many of us have been silenced for too long because we have been called paranoid, and have started to believe it is true.

I simply think that African writing should be more encouraged and promoted in all its forms. Go writers!!

Artistic beginnings

2008-02-05T02:58:00.000-08:00

Dear all,

Finally, I am setting up a blog that will give you my news as well as information about many things afrocentric and related.

I will endeavour to keep you updated on news and developments in Art and Literature - from an African perspective. This is not necessarily an easy task as I have to be committed to this new task - among many others - that I am undertaking. So please bear with me if there are any stops and starts. Hopefully, we will all be cheering on the latter and not the former. So happy reading people and let me know your thoughts.