Clean art - yay, Poor art - boo-hoo
Maya Roze | Thursday October 24, 2013 15:32
It is an untitled landscape. It is little morals. All flesh in grass. Colour. Glowing in the darkness. Canvas smudged paints. Thinking about the baggage Gillian dealt in her last days. Still. One. Inlighted by his darkness. Gandhis resilience captured passive aggressiveness. Still triptych. I mean take a sip then.
There central. The spirit lion studied. Digraced, five times or six times. Rustic like Hi ke leni ka!, vari xiwoldli Xita Ku and Ha tshama La! To be exposed to such and how arts brought me up, urbanizatrion and giving thanks to all breadwinners. My life remains untitled, unspoken of much like Legokobu, with iron busts and maquettes tsa Lengau. I can gladly say there was a way out. 315000 reasons to seek a way out. To be drawn back and hypnotized by the hips belonging to a girl walking, nude with a lot left to the imagination.
There was a horse. Mushrooms. I wish I lived in the ambience of this all day. Waiting for the sunlight through the clouds. As if on the farmlands with a Brahman Bull in a stable with the Karoo as a back drop. Nude.
Nginikhumbula Nonke. Siyoze. Sifike. Bo-Thulani. Thokozani. Sizane. Vuzumuzi. Children and people remembered. Captured. This was the place I love. More than twice. I truly did dig deep for success, on a blanket sitting next to my broken drum. Wearing the red hat thinking of Prince Albert at the four-way stop. It was a cloud study. City building with Storm Cloud.
*all those in bold are titles of the pieces shown all ranging from P4000.00 to P315000.00*
Sophie Lalonde in conjunction Everard Read (SA) enticed my colleagues (slave job_ I mean day job) into a hidden world of precious contemporary art. Poetry. This art gallery represented clean fine cut finished art. So eloquent and wreaking class. I was beyond impressed and just astounded as the vast landscape that lay ahead of me. Surrounded me. I was happy and inspired, not melancholic and frustrated with the humankind. My restraint was with my wine glass as I was chuffed with the points I scored explaining to my colleagues why John Meyer’s A Way Out was P315000.00. Technique. Material. Clout.
Also, to throw in the race card but not to evoke disruption or self-victimisation, we do not need to subject ourselves to less because we cry foul at the lack of resources available for us as artists. Resilience found in Gandhi III with the vector style and use of advanced technology. There was no lighting used. Fluorescent paint instead. Gasps were heard each time the Gallery host switched the light. I bet you that was his favourite part of the 3 days of showing off his Gallery. Innovation goes a long way. The mind is constantly evolving.
While I was up there, I could not help but think about the other art exhibition that was launched a few weeks back. I spoke about it here as well. But really, the artwork there was child’s play compared to this. I do not know if it is alright to compare but hey, it is within the same context that we find the world divided. Industry divided. Class divided.
It is all about clout. Reputation. Investment in the pleasures of life. I should commend bo-Ivy and Kate with all the issues they want to address, but really, morbid tends to depress hence repel. I think we need to lighten up. Capture the abstract gorgeousness that is life. Using the gifts of vision and craft to show that amidst all these worries we can have clean art. Clean, fun, sexual, alive art. Not art that is always reminding us of what we are lacking or the doomsday mentality that we continue to mope about through our art. It is tedious really.