On a hot summers day in a white Yurt somewhere on the Barbican Estate, London; a white bed surrounded by mirrors, up above a disco ball….
The weekly photo challenge: Half and half
NADFLY Crockery obtained when I attended All You Need – a dinner for invited guests to explore concepts of sufficiency and rituals around food hosted by multi-disciplinary artist Nicola Atkinson (NADFLY). It was a lovely summers evening , the sun streamed into the 1873 Hall as we ate fresh veg, cheese, freshly baked bread and sipped our cold beer.
As guests we were involved in excavating a hand made bowl, cup and spoon set made by Nicola enabling us to continue the experience in our own homes.
We excavated the sets from two locations within wooden bases of two paintings by Victoria Evans exhibiting in the Hall providing a ritualistic atmosphere to the proceedings that evening. The aim is to meet again in a few months at Nicola’s home to discuss again over dinner our experiences using our bowl, cup and spoon at meal times.
Standing Stones an installation of new large scale paintings, arranged in the manner of ancient stone monuments. Taking a process-led approach, with representation of the human face as its starting point, Victoria invites the audience to celebrate universal themes of impermanence, mortality and ritual art, and also to leave their own mark on the evolving exhibition.
On a recent trip to Manchester I visited the “We face forward” series of exhibitions and managed to catch exhibitions at the Whitworth Art gallery, Manchester Museum and Manchester Art Gallery. It’s definitely worth a visit! It’s on till 16th September 2012.
I first heard about the exhibitions that began in early June on the BBC 4 radio review show “Front Row”. I am always interested in seeing new art exhibitions and being challenged by what I see. As someone whose heritage is largely based in West Africa I have a personal interest in viewing contemporary art from this region.
At the Whitworth Art Gallery I really enjoyed the varied display of fabrics, at the Manchester Art Gallery it was the large-scale art works really caught my attention, it’s a fantastic space and I hope to visit again very soon. It was good to be back at Manchester Museum which has really changed since my student days. The time constraints of my whistle-stop tour meant that I didn’t get a chance to explore the rest of the museum but there is always next time!
This short video gives a brief insight into some of the work on show. (Work by Barthélémy Toguo, Lucy Azubuike and Nnenna Okore)
Below are links to some of the artist’s work I enjoyed most;
Abdoulaye Armin Kane, “Yaatal Kaddou/L’evenement (The event)” a really enjoyable animation piece, humorous in the way it highlights the problems of an irregular power supply network.
Barthélémy Toguo‘s “Redemption”, two large wooden chairs representing a meeting between North and South. On one chair wooden carved large-scale border control stamps, and the other bags and belongings of those migrating North. I loved the bold imagery.
El Anatsui‘s hanging sculpture “In the World But Don’t Know the World?”, I found the scale immense and the use of recyclable material refreshing. Up close it draws you in to look at the detail and note the various components, standing back you really appreciate the image all over again.
Séraphin Zounyekpe‘s film Under the Bridge (Sous le Pont) was enlightening and the personal strengthen of the subjects was inspiring.
Abdoulaye Konate’s textile work, Power and Religion (Pouvoir et Religion), 2011 was a very powerful display and got me thinking about the short piece I wrote (see below) following a trip to Nigeria.
The cock crowed.
The cock crowed soon to be followed by the call to prayer, and then the singing and praying began. An early morning tennis game – Muslims versus Pentecostal Christians – using racquets of prayer and gospel singing; hitting the ear of God from mosque to church hall. Rain fell like heavy stones on the corrugated iron roof. Low voices could be heard from the rooms adjacent. It was morning but I’d barely shut my eyes. Surely there was still time? I didn’t need to be anywhere special, I was on holiday. A few minutes later the rain stops and the heat of the equatorial sun slowly began to warm the cool room. Soon all traces of the early morning shower would evaporate.
A door creaked open a smiling face appeared. My young cousins were up and preparing for the school day ahead. Fresh water has been drawn from the well and other early morning chores completed. Dressed in their school uniform they made last-minute finishing touches to homework. As we, the visiting relatives arose, they left and then silence. Out on the veranda past the banana trees, it’s possible to watch the neighbourhood also rising; people going to work, kids off to school, cars starting, go-slows and the rollercoaster rides through the rain-gouged roads in the distance.