{"id":97737,"date":"2020-03-23T13:48:19","date_gmt":"2020-03-23T12:48:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.conceptualfinearts.com\/cfa\/?p=97737"},"modified":"2020-03-26T07:53:26","modified_gmt":"2020-03-26T06:53:26","slug":"kaloki-nyamai-stellenbosch-triennale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.conceptualfinearts.com\/cfa\/2020\/03\/23\/kaloki-nyamai-stellenbosch-triennale\/","title":{"rendered":"Disclosure & Disbelief: Kaloki Nyamai at the Stellenbosch Triennale"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A mound of manure decomposes in a small, dim-lit room. Not necessarily what one expects to find at such a grand exhibition, but cow dung is in fact inviting the spotlight at the inaugural Stellenbosch Triennale 2020 (ST2020)<\/a> as Kenyan artist Kaloki Nyamai makes his point about racial discrimination in South Africa: this shit is real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Addressing his very strange welcome to Stellenbosch, Kaloki Nyamai abandoned his original concept for the Curator\u2019s Exhibition, creating a new installation to convey his disbelief regarding the racial undercurrents that endure but are subtly and consistently swept under the rug. Multiple inhospitable encounters in the small town have fuelled a provocative installation about indoctrination, power and capitalism. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

For\nmany, racism is an exhausted topic. To self-preserve, it is easier to\nlook forward, to confine oneself to comfort zones, and even to ignore\ndiscrimination where possible. But while fatigue and evasion are\nunderstandable reactions to longstanding suffering, racial\nincongruities persevere, and pain prevails. Of the many platforms for\nnegotiating social injustice, art effectively explores the arduous\ntopic of prolonged intolerances in a country where apartheid is\nallegedly dead. Artists can rouse curiosity and revisit critical\nconversations that others shy from. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kaloki Nyamai, Your Comfort Is My Discomfort, installation view, Stellenbosch Triennale, 2020. Ph: Thekiso Mokhele.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Kaloki Nyamai\u2019s latest installation at the Stellenbosch Triennale, Your Comfort Is My Discomfort, <\/em>constitutes a heap of cow dung in the center of a cubic structure. Manure is splattered against the walls of the room fostering a dark space with diffused lighting. Microorganisms have begun to grow from the drying slurry but surprisingly, the smell of excrement is relatively faint. More hazardous than the brown muck are the wooden boxes, ten of them hanging at varying heights, disrupting free movement in the space. From the Bank of Uganda (BOU), the boxes were made to transport cash. The same kind of sisal used to suspend them from the ceiling also dangles freely, creating an aura above the mass of manure. A large, untitled, abstract painting, created in the same vein as his most recent paintings, hangs on the left exterior wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kaloki Nyamai’s untitled mixed media painting, exterior walls of cubic structure, Stellenbosch Triennale 2020.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Unravelling his allegory, Kaloki Nyamai\u2019s space is intentionally uncomfortable. The dung is an eyesore but also the edges of the rotating boxes are sharp, piercing, perilous. He has recreated the feeling of discomfort he experienced while exploring his new environment. Although the organizers of the Stellenbosch Triennale were considerate, compassionate hosts, going the extra mile to ensure that participating artists were comfortable, they could not change the social infrastructure in public spaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey were really helpful<\/em> – says Kaloki Nyamai. They knew how difficult it might be for us and went out of their way to allocate comfortable lodgings and healthy environment onsite. But there are of course things that were out of their hands<\/em>\u201d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

There\nare things the heart knows that words cannot tell; the feelings of\nlove for example, or the feeling of being unwanted and unwelcome.\nSelected from over 200 artists for a high-ranking event, Kaloki\nNyamai was not expecting an anticlimax so shortly after his arrival.\nHe struggles to explain. He hoped for the same courtesies he has\nexperienced in London or Paris. Sightseeing in Stellenbosch, he\nfrequently felt like the other and couldn\u2019t help but attribute this\nto his skin colour: black. He explains that while there are those who\nwill argue that he pulled the race card unnecessarily or too soon, or\nthat he read too much in to\nthe\nindifference of strangers, others will nod knowingly. They\nunderstand. There is a lingering unspoken divide. It is absolute. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There has been a lot of positive social change in South Africa, and everyone is allowed at the same places, but that doesn\u2019t mean everyone is welcome. While outwardly, there are no rules of permission, there are silent sanctions in different spaces. They are implicit. Even when no one is physically forced out, their company is unsolicited. But a reaction does not have to be violent to be inappropriate. Kaloki Nyamai\u2019s subject matter deals with the grey zones of racism; with issues not easily demonstrable, and situations that are tough to put into words. He describes the disdainful look in the eye of a passer-by; the detachment and fear, \u201con the faces of some people I cross paths with.\u201d Partialities and predispositions do not have to be explicit to have an impact \u2013 to wound, to offend, to enrage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Despite the negative repercussions, Kaloki Nyamai daringly shares the subtle injustices he experiences, calling attention to the unsociable ambience at certain restaurants or the barking dogs and frightened children as he walks down the street. \u201cIs it engrained?\u201d He asks. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cApparently, things are better now in South Africa, but as an artist who travels regularly, and without issues, this was a new feeling for me, stronger than I\u2019ve felt before. I can\u2019t speak for others, just my own experience<\/em>\u201d. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Kaloki\nNyamai regularly uses his art to juxtapose his heritage and his\ncurrent lifestyle. He often describes this self-focus as selfish. \n\u201cIt is about my<\/em>\nrace, my<\/em>\nskin tone and how I<\/em>\nfeel in different environments, while observing the racial dynamics.\u201d\nHis investigations fit seamlessly in to the larger Triennale theme\n\u2018Tomorrow\nThere Will Be More of Us\u2019<\/em>,\nand the underlying conversations about sharing and belonging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Discussing the theme of Stellenbosch Triennale 2020,<\/em> Chief Curator Khanyisile Mbongwa referred to a newness of things, \u201ca course correction,\u201d using art as weaponry. Is the restructuring she alludes to about black representation? Does the \u201cus\u201d refer to black artists fostering visibility? The theme is vague, open to interpretation. The us<\/em> could refer to those questioning the futile norms of an ailing society, or to those who refute invisible boundaries and nationalism. Mbongwa’s theme is abstract but she does refer to the tightening of borders and, as a result, her audience may be inclined to believe that she is alluding to xenophobia, to bigotry, to colour. One intuitively deduces that the subject matter of a lot of the artwork at the ST2020 is about race and exclusion. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Mbongwa\u2019s approach to the theme is refined and powerful, with plenty to read between the lines, Kaloki Nyamai exercises much less restraint. His installation at the Stellenbosch Triennale 2020 confronts racial inequality head on, bulldozing us with his dangerous and foul-smelling truths.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Further deconstructing Your Comfort Is My Discomfort, <\/em>the reason for Kaloki Nyamai\u2019s BOU money boxes becomes evident. He is commenting on the racial-economic discrepancies he observed in Stellenbosch. What alarmed Nyamai more than the standoffishness he experienced personally was the power hierarchy in Stellenbosch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI noticed the white people are extremely wealthy, not just well-off but like super rich, and many of the black people, who live on the fringes of white society, work hard for them. They are poor, very poor. There is no middle class and people are blind to just how severe the inequality is. Many people just don\u2019t want to see it, you know. It is really strange man\u201d.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The cash boxes appear to represent the authority that the moneyed have over the underprivileged. Using fear to impose control, the affluent curb the upward mobility of the poor, and maintain the status quo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kaloki Nyamai, ph. Thekiso Mokhele.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Probing deeper into Kaloki Nyamai\u2019s narrative, he transcends the racial dynamics, and even the circumstances around his own blackness, as he begins to investigate a longstanding battle for power and control. Exploring the land controversy in Stellenbosch, he realizes that it is not just about color but about a resistance to change. In the clash for resources, who will part with what they have, share, redistribute assets without a war? Observing the unyielding disparity between the rich and the poor, Nyamai acknowledges that these circumstances are not limited to South Africa. They exist everywhere. Exploring the link between colour, class and control, he isolates the problem: \u201cInstead of fighting capitalism, we are fighting race.\u201d Urging us to shift focus, he pinpoints greed and an obsession with ownership as the evils of contemporary society. Capitalism is the virus that has infected us all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Walking the fine line between assertive and brutally honest, Kaloki Nyamai\u2019s passion steers him off the beaten path. Rather than recycling through the traditional gallery roster in Kenya, he winds his own route through Africa and Europe. In February 2020, his artwork featured at two of the largest art fairs in South Africa, the Investec Cape Town Art Fair (Feb 14-16), as part of the group show at the Ebony\/Curated booth, and, of course, the Stellenbosch Triennale\u2019s Curator\u2019s Exhibition (Feb 11-Apr 30), where Your Comfort Is My Discomfort<\/em>, currently stands between installations by the fresh-faced Tracy Thompson and the internationally acclaimed Ibrahim Mahama. Woefully, Mahama could not attend the opening of this incredible celebration of talent from across Africa. Many artists and organisers of the event had difficulties crossing borders.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Follow this link to read our story about the Savannah Centre for Contemporary Art, the art center that Ibrahim Mahama opened in April 2019 in Tamale, Ghana.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ibrahim Mahama’s ‘Stranger’s to Line’s II’ next to Kaloki Nyamai’s ‘Your Comfort is my Discomfort’. Stellenbosch Triennale 2020.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Tracy Thompson stands under her ‘Woven Scales’ at The Curator’s Exhibition. Stellenbosch Triennale 2020.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The reality we live in is one where we are not welcome to roam the planet. The free-spirited cannot explore spontaneously. We need stamps to move and stamps to stand still. We have margins, restrictions, perimeters that have become laws because one person didn\u2019t like another\u2019s face. We are stuck in the degenerative \u201cus vs them\u201d mentality. \u201cA place where we are supposed to co-exist still feels uncomfortable,\u201d says Kaloki Nyamai about his experience in Stellenbosch. \u201cI\u2019m a sociable person,\u201d he adds, \u201cI just want freedom of movement when I go to places, and when I feel different, it hurts.\u201d With this simple, honest statement, Nyamai drives his point home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the trustees and curators of the Stellenbosch Triennale 2020 closed their doors to respond to the threat of COVID-19, Kaloki Nyamai considers how a non-discriminating virus can impact our social behavior. Despite our physical distancing, the coronavirus has the potential to bring us much closer, but only once we accept that we are all the same inside; all susceptible, and all looking to belong.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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