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This is a recent project from âThe Billboard Seriesâ. It featured in the exhibition âIf You Love Meâ at the locomotive shed of the Kumasi Railway station.
Video recorded by Ibrahim Mahama. Edited by Alvin AshiateyÂ
Great to be back after all the work. âTHE GOWN MUST GO TO TOWNâ EXHIBITION IS finally OVER. Be expecting some new writings soon. *wink
Love.
the worst beauty misconception dark girls are fed is that they canât experiment with their look
you can go as loud as you want
or keep it simple
stick to the neutrals
or go on all out galaxy chic
go out sultry
or go out sweet
*Uptown Funk begins to put* Too hot.. Hot damn!
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Silence between the Lines
So today, February 23, 2015 marked the 'end' of the exhibition dubbed "Silence between the Lines". This for us is not entirely an end because the exhibition will and should continue to exist in other ways and means.
I am particularly excited because this was the first of its kind here in Kumasi, Ghana and we are all very excited about the response. I just thought I could share in bits some details of this exhibition as a means of helping to make the exhibition one to be experienced and relived outside of the space in which it was exhibited.
To start with, I might just share the curatorial statement and then share an image of the poster and the list of artists who took part in this great great exhibition in my next post. Ok, so here we go....Â
The spaces between lines can be understood as negotiations of the respective spaces occupied by those lines. by the same token , the silent pulses in the respective "in-between" spaces can be imagined as instances of a second negation; the double negation. In Classical logic and historicist worldviews, the double negation takes an entity back to its beginning; to its primordial past, to that same spot and moment of its birthing. The entity is always self-identical with its double negotiation, [P=not(notP)], and the principles of of non-contradiction and sufficient reason are affirmed. Phenomenologically, this is a distinctive form of nostalgia, a la Svetlana Boyme, restorative nostalgia. But not so in dialectical logic or roughly, in the paraconsistent logic of the Brazilian School, or even in commonplace experience in present-day paleo-Chinacentric capitalist economies. Here, the double negation invents a future instead of returning an entity back to its past. And this future is not only ontologically different from its past; it necessarily changes the fabric of the past for the negated entity already includes within it configurations of its own past. The past can now be understood in terms of this future, in terms of this new entity. Borges summarizes this beautifully, "each writer [artist] creates his [own] precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future". It is in this sense that Adzraku's paradoxical installation of 1996, Impossibilities, the mascot of this exhibition, can make sense retroactively through the visions of the younger artists presented here.Â
                                                                     Silence and Anagrams
A deliberate twist to the familiar Ghanaian Sank)fa ["go back for it"] legend could go thus; "If one has good grasp of the emergent future then it matters less which direction she, he or it faces". it seems to me that the different and apparently contradictory directions taken by the artists of this exhibition affirm the spirit of this deliberate misreading. It has been customary to read the Sank)fa rebus in historicist-contextualist terms as a mythical bird which returns to a forgotten past in order to reclaim in a nostalgic way what it might have left behind. In my new reading however, Sankofa attempts to grasp what it might have forgotten from futures that are to come. In this new spirit, the varied visions of the exhibiting artists might be best interpreted as anagrams of emancipated futures. The degrees of freedom of these anagrams expand with the multiplicity of "alphabets" at the disposal of the engaged anagrammatist, However, like the new Sankofa bird, these artists have no privileged route or direction from which, or towards which to face, to return to, to look at, to forget, to remember, to erase or to have a good grasp of the coming futures. The Silence between the Lines exhibition introduces the unsettled visions of these anagrammatists of l'avenir or, with due deference to Pierre Bayard, plagiarists of emancipated futures which "lie dormant in the present as its hidden potential". Like Deleuze says of Proust, the visions of these artists and their kin "occupy a place in time which is incommensurate with the one that they [occupy] in space". To my mind, this is the spirit of the so-called "New Contemporary" emerging from the Kumasi College of Art.
                                             Silence is not absence!
                                      kari'kacha seid'ou
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I owe this phrase to Slavoj Zizek in The year of dreaming dangerously. Verso, 2012 Â Â Â
As complicated as this curatorial writing might seem, it still has to be kept and made available to all. Hopefully someday we all have moments of epiphany and this writing can be held much more closer and dearer.
NB: Sorry about the few errors and omissions. Had a few technical challenges.

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"Silence between the lines"
#sighs
I look forward to waking up to a time when all women â black, Indian, lesbian, Muslim, Pakistani, Christian, Ghanaian, Iraqi, divorced, married, single, albino â will be respected and treated equally and the idea of equality will not only be a thing of the books but of certainty.
I look forward to seeing a time when all women will come to know and make use of the tremendous power they wield.
That day when religion can no more be used as a tool of oppressionâŚ
That day when Indian and Pakistani women can freely marry who they love regardless of their casteâŚ
That day when Boko Haram will not be tolerated.
When instead of being raped, murdered and treated like dirt, lesbian women in South Africa can be embraced and shown some love................................................................................
That day when I can make a simple sketch without it ever being surprising that, that sketch came from a girl.
Until that day comes, I am not stopping.
oops. forgot again!
thank you so so much Asmah for helping me with the photographs. i appreciate it 100%. <3<3<3
The Portrait Series is what I call it
"A line of 12 black and white portraits of persons with very wide grins and who seem to have in mind some satirical intent or some form of sinister agenda. They are crowned specifically with the corona radiata which is reminiscent of halos. They must be angels, deities, emperors or some kind of gods. Oh, they probably are 12 representations of the Holy Virgin Mary⌠or of Libertas?"
"Within this series âThe portrait seriesâ, she makes use of the postures of some of Jacques-Louis Davidâs portraits of women. Her focus on portraiture within this period borders on its role in the creation of the new people for the New France and its availability and use by all social classes at the time. Also, its use in revolutionary debates as a means of spearheading change whiles serving as evidence to these revolutionary changes are vital to her work."
Ghana
This is our spot- #Ghana

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In it I find myself
Lost, speechless
I find myself
In, on and above cloud nine
I find myself
Yet it tears me apart
It displaces me
Leaves me wondering... wandering
And yet I find myself
Exploitation Discrimination Exploitation Exploitation
Lub-dub lub-dub
This really got me thinking. My mum had just sent the Mitsubishi salon car for servicing (and it really was in dire need of one). All she was left with was the two-seater van that is used in supplying eggs (and that could use some servicing too). I had not given it a thought but I had assumed she was going to take my younger siblings to school for their vacation classes.
She woke up from sleep and as though she had woken up from a nightmare, she said they might have to go to school on their own. Let me explain what this meant â they had to get dressed, walked through the already soaking wet ground, wrestle their 12 year old and 6 year old scrawny bodies to get on to a bus⌠mind you, it was early in the morning and people were rushing to work too.
Was I disturbed? Of course I was disturbed, greatly disturbed. Suddenly, I started to imagine all the bad things that could possibly happen to them on their own. CSI just wouldnât give me a break. All the gruesome scenes just came flashing from all the âI was murderedâ and the CSI television programs I stay feasting on for hours nonstop. Â
 My mum was concerned that using the van was going mean consuming a lot more fuel (especially with the way prices of fuel are getting crazy high here in Ghana) when she could pay less if they simply joined a bus to school. She called my little brother and gave him two options. I was angry but I was stopped in my tracks when my brother very excitedly chose to join the bus. He didnât stop there. He went on to give reasons why taking the bus was a better option. I was surprised and somewhat angry. They were going to get killed⌠or hurt⌠or lost⌠or ⌠or whatever!
I walked away to go take a warm shower. As I busily scrubbed my body, I heard a shrill voice singing. The song was about how âtrotroâ was better and much more exciting than being in your mumâs car. What?? He got me thinking. He got me really thinking.
I stepped out of the bathroom and could not help but ask him why he was so excited about taking âtrotroâ. âI have never taken âtrotroâ on my own before and I am excited to see how it will beâ, he said enthusiastically.
#pause #pause #thinking. Cinderella! When will you stop wearing glass slippers?
Before that, I had been thinking about his readiness to take risks as against my reluctance to take risks. I was supposed to be the artist. Then I started to wonder what my work would look if I had an attitude close to his. I wondered how much my work will grow if I did things I was not comfortable with. This got me thinking the whole Friday morning. This was one day to the Chalewote Street art festival in James town.Â
Olas Comedians, Ever Young Studios, Jamestown, Accra. 1953-1954
Photographed by James Nii Aflah Barnor.
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Being a writer is extremely hard. This has always been true. It was true for Chaucer. It was true for Shakespeare, who wrote plays to please the queen. No one cares if you write. It has to matter to you so enormously much that you visit your ego upon the world and give it no choice except to care. I agree that this is harder now, not just because there are all these outlets that donât pay, but also because there are ALL THESE OUTLETS. Because of the Internet, there is too much content and not enough audience. It is so hard to distinguish oneself. Here is the trick, I think: You have to be brave as a writer. You have to write in a pure voice that is distinct and rare. It really is not hard. That does not require facility with words so much as it requires lack of fear. Of course, that is hard. Fear is the thing that gets in the way of everything: love, happiness, success.
Wisdom from Prozac Nation author Elizabeth Wurtzel from her Reddit AMA â a fine addition to our ongoing archive of advice on writing.
Pair with Debbie Millman on courage and the creative process.Â
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The Global Crit Clinic - if you don't mind
I would have described the just ended Global Crit Clinic simply as a success. Only that it would be an insult â an understatement. It was indeed an intensive, wonderful and insightful time to connect and exchange. Kianga Ford and Bernard Akoi-Jackson were at their best all 10 days, actively on duty in the clinic and poised enough to help cure us of all our sicknesses. This clinic was one not be missed by anyone.
Whenever the clock hit 9 am, we had all the cups used in enjoying our beverages discarded. Those who had to get their mouths wiped from that short breakfast did so. It was time for the circle. Like a form of religious meeting, Kianga encouraged as little to no movement at all. We were all to listen. All pens, books and laptops were to be put aside, as far from us as the north is from the south. This was observed every single morning but it changed form. It was still the circle but we either had prompts sent round and repeated by everyone in the room or had one person sit on the hot seat and have questions thrown at him/her from anyone in the room. Sometimes, it went past an hour. Other times, it ended in 30 to 60 minutes. It was a very fun way of getting to know each participant. As uncomfortable as it got for me sometimes, it always got me a step closer to becoming a better person.
After every exciting time in the circle, we usually quickly prepared ourselves for the agenda of the day. On one of such days, we spent time listening to Bernard Akoi-Jackson and Kianga Ford give us insight into what they do and the nature of their practices. Bernard was part of the few artists chosen to feature in the Time, Trade and Travel exhibition in 2012. This exhibition was centered on the relationship between Ghana and Holland. The performance artist who has been seeing red for a while has been working with the color red as a reaction to necessity he claims. His site specific art works have a very comical way of addressing very sensitive subjects.
Kianga on the other hand, is interested in rules specifically rules that are based on the physicality of design to rules based on time. She focuses on how those rules come to tell us about the legal rules we have and the role design plays in the way we interact. Ford makes use of rules and fantasy. Simplicity and the fallacy of simplicity are what her captions are based on.
Our interaction with Kianga Ford and Bernard Akoi-Jackson on their works lasted unfortunately for only a day but we got to know them in person throughout this 10-day period. The other days were spent critically observing works, talking about one anotherâs works and discussing what was observed in the works as against what was said about the works.
One of the days was however spent with participants of Invisible Bordersâ road trip to Sarajevo this year. After that engagement, I left thinking about the borders we negotiate every day, how much of a construction those borders could be and how we could challenge such power structures using simple gestures.
On the final day of the workshop, we each went through, what was for me, a nerve-racking presentation that entailed us showing pictures of our recent works and talking about our resumes, biographies, artist statements and residency opportunities. This was to help us put together all the very important documents that might be required in any artistic endeavor so Kianga and Bernard could assist us put them in the best possible format and language. I am forever elated to have been a part of this workshop â maybe as a mystery woman initially, an observer maybe and then a writer later. Like a blockbuster movie, it was EPIC.
COUNTDOWN TO THE GLOBAL CRIT WORKSHOP
We have only two days to the long-awaited Global Crit Workshop. I just cannot SHUT UP! The project which was birthed by Kianga Ford and Shane Aslan Selzer is going to be facilitated by Kianga Ford [USA], Shane Aslan Selzer [USA], Chelsea Knight [USA] and Bernard Akoi-Jackson [GHANA].
I will be there representing the Foundation of Contemporary Art, Ghana. As always, I will be very ready to assist Ato Annan and Adwoa Amoah coordinate the project while I also fully take advantage of this great opportunity to learn more.
It is a 10-day intensive âclinicâ in which artist facilitators share the critical skills and professional practices that are the basis of a contemporary art education in a greatly condensed format.
Global Crit Clinic (GCC) is a global peer network of teaching artists working to diversify the field of fine art by offering artists tools for participation in a global contemporary art dialogue. Its aim is to support locally-connected practice that is conversant with the history of recent art without being confined by it.
Really, I cannot shut up!