Thursday, 28 March 2013

PETER CLARKE - RAINBOWS AND SMALL MIRACLES

The wonderful Peter Clarke has had two recent exhibitions
one in Woodstock and one in London...


 Peter Clarke, 'Geisha', mixed media, 50 x 35cm, and 'Little Match Girl', mixed media, 50 x 35cm (2004). Courtesy of Stevenson.

Letter from Cape Town

Fanfare, rainbows & small miracles: Peter Clarke's Fanfare series is subversive in its joy -


An article by Stacy Hardy


 "It is 30 degrees the day I visit the group exhibition Fiction as Fiction at Stevenson Gallery  in Woodstock, Cape Town. On the street outside poverty and squalor, the banalities of heat and dust collide with the cool austerity, the polished glass and marble of a new multi-story, multi-venue mall; the elated confusion of city streets where the BMWs of the nouveau-rich inch their way between honking microbus taxis and throngs of sweating pedestrians; factory shops and designer outfitters; oil on the tarmac; air that smells of fried chicken, dust, exhaust fumes.

We’re like that here: always oscillating between poverty and wealth, the ultra-modern and the crumbling. Always tearing down and rebuilding history. The gallery itself is a converted warehouse space – a sparse room, total absence of natural light, whitewashed walls – that provides its wealthy urbane audience with a retreat from the contested terrain of property, race, ownership and change outside its doors.

Perhaps it is the cool austerity of the space that instinctively draws me to a series of vibrant, wedge-shaped designs that fill one wall of the gallery. These unashamedly joyful, fan-shaped collages are part of artist Peter Clarke’s Fanfare series. As its title suggests, Fanfare is a celebration that delights in delighting its viewer with surreal images, bright colours, sharp turns and sudden outbursts. But it is not just the act of creation that Clarke is celebrating here. In a clever slippage between artist and subject, creation and creator, he presents himself as a fan: an admirer, an ardent follower, paying tribute to the historical, biblical and literary figures, as well as ordinary people that have inspired him during the course of his epic fifty-year-long career.

Completely self-taught, Clarke refuses to set any boundaries for the artwork and employs a deliberately low-tech approach in response to the increasing popularity of conceptual media of expression and high production values. He uses found pages torn from discarded books and magazines, as well as a variety of media, including pen, marker, paint, crayon, ink, all layered on top of each other to craft images that echo the complex layers of culture on the street outside.

Perhaps unsurprisingly then, the project has elicited little fanfare from art critics here in South Africa, where it has been critiqued as “arty rather than art”; “prosy rather than profound”. This reading is accurate but disingenuous. Yes, Clarke’s works are craft-driven but they are also crafty; small and whimsical, sure, but also large precisely in their small whimsy.

Without fanfare, in the simplest way, Clarke approaches the unaccountable in small measures that draw us down to a whole other kind of immensity. Despite his age (over 80) his supremely quirky mind enables him to combine the strange and the familiar, bursts of poetic indulgence with found text to tap the mystery that lies folded below the surface of things and reveal a world filled with a thousand odd, small, jagged miracles.

Fanfare is, then, a journey through the “anti-miracle” of South Africa’s embattled past. It follows the lives of historical, fictional and semi-fictional characters (racketeers, artists, criminals, activists, kings, ghosts, fairytale princesses, friends, lovers cross and recross) to unearth and amplify small moments of almost impossible music, bravery, beauty and redemption in the face of tyranny and repression.

This microcosmic, fragmented vision presents a striking counter point to the failed grand miracle of South Africa as the “Rainbow Nation”. At the same time, the intense joy of Clarke’s rainbow works provide a subversive alternative to the increasingly cynical, bitter tone of so much South African art. In the face of pessimism, Clarke fronts catastrophe with loving eyes. Small wonder, then, that he found miracles!"

Stacy Hardy is a writer based in Cape Town. She is an associate editor of the Pan-African journal Chimurenga. Her writing has appeared in Donga, Pocko Times, Art South Africa, Ctheory, Black Warrior Review, Evergreen Review and Chimurenga. Her short film I Love You Jet Li, created in collaboration with Jaco Bouwer, was part of the transmediale.06 video selection and was awarded Best Experimental Film at the Festival Chileno Internacional Del Cortometraje De Santiago 2006. A collection of her fiction is forthcoming from Pocko Editions, London.

Have a look at Peter Clarke’s Fanfare series: www.stevenson.info/exhibitions/clarke/clarke.htm

An interview with Clarke talking about Fanfare: www.stevenson.info/exhibitions/clarke/essay.htm

Peter Clarke’s exhibition  Wind Blowing on the Cape Flats  also showed at Iniva (Institute of International Visual Arts) in London until 9 March. www.iniva.org



Peter Clarke '
Listening to distant thunder' (1970), 
oil and sand on board. © the Artist, courtesy: Johannesberg Art Gallery


Peter Clarke: Wind Blowing on the Cape Flats
16 January 2013 - 09 March 2013 /

 Iniva (Institute of International Visual Arts), London, United Kingdom

In partnership with the South African National Gallery (Iziko Museums of South Africa), Iniva presents this major retrospective and first substantial exhibition in the UK of Peter Clarke‘s work.

As South Africa prepares to celebrate 20 years since the election that brought Nelson Mandela to President, and with Jacob Zuma recently securing a controversial second term to lead the governing African National Congress, the show reflects on the nation’s social and political history through the work of internationally acclaimed artist and writer Peter Clarke (born 1929).  Wind Blowing on the Cape Flats  charts his development as an artist, his prolific creativity as a painter, printmaker and an internationally acclaimed writer and poet through over 80 works including paintings, drawings, prints, woodcuts, collages, sketchbooks as well as artist books. The exhibition honours Clarke’s life, work and contribution to art over sixty years, and tells the story of an artist whose sharp, poignant and aesthetically memorable work provides an extraordinary context for discussion of South Africa, apartheid and post-apartheid.   Clarke has reflected on his country’s social and political history and is often referred to as the ‘quiet chronicler’ and has become an inspiration to many other artists.

www.iniva.org

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WOODSTOCK WONDERS

By the Time we got to Woodstock 2
 The Culture Vulture loves visiting edgy Woodstock! 
Art wherever you look, art on city streets and decaying walls, in underground car parks and galleries, artists, both famous and still to be discovered.



















Wednesday, 20 March 2013

LYNETTE YIADOM BOAKYE

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye 
 brilliant Black British artist

Born in 1977, London, lives and works in London


 Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, 'A Life To Die For' (2012), oil on canvas. Courtesy: Corvi-Mora London, Jack Shainman Gallery New York

‘Any Number of Preoccupations’ (2010)
Lynette Yiadom Boakye, 'Oyster' (2012), oil on canvas, 180 cm x 100 cm
Courtesy: Corvi-Mora, London and Jack Shainman Gallery, New York

Detail of 'Songs In The Head' (2012), oil on canvas, 180 cm x 200 cm. 
Courtesy: Corvi-Mora, London and Jack Shainman Gallery, New York

Whose oyster is this world?

by Orlando Reade

"I am travelling on a night bus through the university town in which I am resident, and as we wind through the mid-winter mist which descended just after midnight, a conversation begins with the only other passenger.

We look at some books of Sufi poetry I have borrowed from the library and he starts to tell me about his childhood in Iran, his Islamic upbringing, and how he lost his faith when he started to study theoretical physics. He doesn’t consider himself a practicing Muslim, but often still prays, to a God, and has started meditation. After one intense meditation, an Indian technique whose name I don’t catch, he experienced what is called – his face looms up, across the bus aisle, close to mine, his eyebrows are sincerely raised – astral projection: his mind became free from his body; did not altogether depart from it, but remained, like a balloon rubbing up against the ceiling, ’not far, but far‘. He is no longer certain that physics, the science of bodies, has an answer for everything.

There is a history of uncertainty – theorised for mathematics by Werner Heisenberg, scattered as words across a white page by Stéphane Mallarmé and the poets of free verse, drawn out in the indeterminacies of modernist abstraction and reclaimed for portraiture by Francis Bacon – the power and significance of which are newly realised in the work of Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, in whose paintings uncertainty is manifest as a dialectic of light and darkness. The artist, born to British-Ghanaian parents in 1977, has produced a body of work more interesting – to this viewer at least – than any other painter of her generation. She has won various lucrative prizes, has high-profile exhibitions in New York, London, and Cape Town, and her paintings now sell for many thousands of pounds. This success is unquestionable according to the logic of contemporary art, but her paintings guard an uncertainty which troubles our attention, prohibits easy conclusions about what they mean, and may prove to be critical to the work’s unsettling power. Consider the painting ‘Oyster‘ (above):

The subject of this painting is a body presented to the viewer as an arrangement of dark areas wrapped in the brushstrokes of a whitish dressing-gown. The body is delineated thickly against the dirty off-whites of the back wall and floor, an almost crude pastiche of the smooth backgrounds of Velazquez or Manet. The body, perched on the edge of a lush red armchair in a dressing-gown and elegant flat shoes, looks like a celebrity in their dressing-room, accepting of portrayal, one hand placed patiently atop the other. The face, however, has an enthusiasm which betrays the body. The thick black shadows which the body’s torso throws onto the wall behind suggest the effect of a photographic flash. Photography’s emphasis on the bodily features of the subject and disinterest in the rest of the world are, however, absent here; the brushwork used to represent this body do not offer the narcissistic attentions that photography promises. The indeterminacy of these paintings offers a satiric mirror to the racism of cameras.

The interplay of light and darkness in this painting induces in the viewer an uncertainty which is central to the power of these paintings. Where the viewer of an equally large oil painting in a national art gallery would expect to recognise the signifiers which guide looking – the sociological facts of gender, sexuality, class, name, affect – Yiadom-Boakye’s portraits offer only uncertainty. Who – or what – is ‘Oyster’? A parochial viewer might think of the Oyster cards of the smooth and expensive London Transport System; we might hear Zora Neale Hurston sharpening her ‘oyster knife’; I remain uncertain whose world this oyster is. If it is a name, ‘Oyster’ doesn’t confirm the subject’s gender, but its aphrodisiac connotations, the sympathetic magic of its shape’s correspondent, signal the erotics of uncertainty. It is unclear whether this body is male or female. This indeterminacy is central to art’s radical calling-into-question of identity politics..."




 Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, Man Science, 2012, commissioned by Chisenhale Gallery, London. 
Photo: Marcus Leith.

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, Milk for the Maestro, 2012, commissioned by Chisenhale Gallery, London. 
Photo: Marcus Leith


Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, born in 1977, is an artist based in London. She attended Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design, Falmouth College of Arts and the Royal Academy Schools. Yiadom-Boakye has shown work internationally in exhibitions. She received the main prize of the Future Generation Art Prize in 2012


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Thursday, 14 March 2013

BY THE TIME WE GOT TO WOODSTOCK

By the Time we got to Woodstock 

A vibrant, historical mess of a suburb, sandwiched between Devil’s Peak and the distant blue of a crane-filled, container laden, Table Bay. Home of the Coloured community of Cape Town and the first place Jewish immigrants settled, once they got off the ships from Europe


Woodstock today - a hodge podge of Africa's refugees from every corner of the continent, 
and a diverse range of indigenes with some serious local colour



"Primary portal into the Mother City, an eclectic melting potjie of old and new, cultural and creative, where heritage and cutting edge design meet – and play! "
so says -
http://www.ilovewoodstock.co.za

Situated just beyond the city limits and the brooding mass of the Castle, 
home of colonial Dutch, English and bad old days South African administrators -

Omnipresent Coke signs against a background of decaying former industrial buildings, 
ripe for redevelopment


Refugees from African countries, pour into the Cape in search of pastures new.
 Pastors follow their flocks from Nigeria,  DRC - the Democratic Republic of Congo - and poor benighted Zimbabwe, to create spaces where music and faith make oases of solace for the displaced

 Decay and regeneration exist in odd co-existence enlivened by searching heads and a rash of graffiti

 Every dilapidated building speaks of a hidden past and volatile future

 
Woodstock has churches, mosques and disused synagogues aplenty


The oldest Jewish cemetery in the city, lies behind these gates, hinting at a past almost obliterated by the move to more salubrious suburbs and immigration much further afield...

A faded and evocative sign of the first Cape Town Hebrew Congregation's Old Albert Road Cemetery 1848-1887


Forlorn graves visible through the cracks of the ancient wooden swing doors, tell tales of death by drowning, smallpox and simple old age

Baltic Timber juxtaposed with a quirky modern security kiosk

Madeira Cash and Carry tells of Portuguese immigration

Pool hall and African cuisine indicate Woodstock's contemporary demographic

The Lovell Photographer's Gallery at 139 Albert Road

Coca Cola Facade and old lady on a bus

The famous Biscuit Mill - best Saturday organic food market in town

Omnipresent security and incongruous bubble-gum pink doors

African vernacular - colourful brights, sour worms - yes, really!?

Renovation in earthy reds, evocative of the raw materials of mud brick and baked clay of the early Cape

Woodstock Foundry - a melting pot literally - with doves of peace and security fence

A lone bird of prey wheels in the blue above an incongruously cheery car wash

The yellow and grey building of the Woodstock Exchange