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OBSERVATIONS ON THE STATE OF THE
CONTEMPORARY VISUAL ARTS IN SOUTH AFRICA
‘TWAMI MNYELE
(Unpublished essay by Thami Mnyete, courtesy of Med Art Ensemble}
nd itt daring on my par to make public my impressions
and therefore suggestions in regard to the state ofthe graphic
rts in my country, South Arica. find it daring because the role
carries wit it the rik of implicating me as spokesman. On the
other hand find it dangerous that I should sit back and watch
while crucial decisions are made over my work and my destiny.
Fallure to partake in the deliberations [some of which are
velLintentioned implies ignorance of those fundamental isues
which affect our lives 25 people. This paper is far from being
representative; nevertheless, with complete honesty think certain
things need to beso
Itis my contention thatthe strfe and struggle that manifests
itself in the arts subject to, and inked with, the broad socio-
poltical struggle at home, an indced in the world intemationaly
What it means is that whatever artistic indulgence we
engage ourselves in must not be blind to the river of life within
‘nd around us, that social stream from wihich art feeds and is
nourished: the community,
| had dropped out of schoo! with chronic feeings of failure.
spent my days searching for employment in the surrounding
industrial complex that bordered my township. Tis financial
source of income would secure mein the meantime for my dream
of becoming good ats, | thought. Whenever | looked around
‘me fr those among ou artists who were famous and said to be
successful their situation shocked me and would tend to
confuse me. Here the atists seemed most popular nly in white
suburban cies they dd not seem to have any material means,
house or decent home, and they seemed to have found pleasure
in heavy drinking, Of the most popular artists inthe community
‘were the musicians of the Marabi idiom. They composed songs
out almost everything and everybody around them, and the
‘songs were imbued with warm emetionaliyrcsm which always
sustained the people with a range of feelings, of joy. pity, love
anger, and even violence. The people loved braZakes Nkosi and
braNtemis bands, but seemed toate them intensely sometimes,
‘When I grew up {had heard stores that musicians were made to
play one favourite sang right throughout the night tothe next
‘morning, at kife pint. But no, think thatthe musicians were
‘the most loved artss by the people. They performed in both
‘wedding ceremonies as well asin those dark processions of
death
‘Any day whenever | st around withthe aists, conversation
centred around the unfairness and the exploitation ofthe artists by
the at galleries recording companies publishing houses, and how
biased ar crits and the editors wre towards the artist works In
‘the ight ofthese issues, we orgaised ourselves into an arts group
and called ourselves Mibloti Black Theatre This was in 1971
Minloti was composed of writers, musicians, intellectuals
church people, et, Our main thestial piece was based on the
‘thoughts of Malcolm X It wasn this play where I hed myse on
stage. Suddenly | was experiencing a surge of internal satisfaction,
In this theatre piece | had one ofthe longest roles, wherein | had
to recite the longest passages from Malcolm's ‘Message to the
Grassroots
he play jerked us with something that ft ike self-confidence
{or shall | say aggressiveness] and venom on our tongues. We
perused through the lteratue ofthe Blak American struggle of|
the sates, we consumed George Jackson's Blod in my Bye, Soul
‘on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver, Angela Davis's If they Come inthe
Morning; we discussed the Back to Arica Movement of Marcus
Carvey and the many ‘lack brothers and soul sisters, and of
course the Back Panthers.
Minloti started having problems ... some members of the
‘community who were our supporters showed signs of uncooper-
tiveness, ike not allowing their kids to attend our performances,
The parents would send thet child to Soweto on the day of theplay. Soon the problem came into the open the people had had
visits fom the Special Branch police and were afraid. With
aggressive pride and venom on our tongues Mihot) stuck
together against these developments, in the name of Black
Brotherhood and Black At,
It was at the height of these feelings of revenge that 2
creping atmosphere of doubt (ust tiredness”) embraced a tiny
section of Minlot, What was this all about? .. One scholarly
friend among us. had been reading 2 lot about what he tld us
was the liberation struggle in Guinea Bissau and Angole He told
us the war had actualy started in neighbouring Mozambique as
‘welll But what had this to do with out Milot then, one eut him
short. First: according to Anmilear Cabral the people of the
Portuguese colonies and indeed of the occupied territories are
suffering under a political system which aims to exploit the
territories of food, minerals, land, ete. The wealth is then
destined for the belles of those who uphold the system and
those of their fiends inthe Western European countries, (Was
this the introduction toa new play, we thought?) But our friend
continued: This system, taten in the context of our country,
takes the form of racial prejudice. At this point he stopped and
asked, weren't some backs ardent supporters and upholders of
the doctine of this system? Who denies us rehearsal space in
Thabisong and in Alexandra Secondary School? Who runs the
Bantustans? And alas, whois fighting the PAIGC,Felimo andthe
MPLA? - certainly not the whiteman.
‘An atmosphere of confusion, of doubt overcame our speech
and raging argument, with mast of us trying to convince him
and ourselves that every single whiteman is fundamentally 2
murderer. | developed a conflict deep witin: was! teling myself
that those white musicians who, collectively, produced such
great music with Dellar Brand, were murderers? The music was
50 go0d that almost every single house in Alex ad the record
Was implying that Bram Fischer was rotting in prison and that
was of no consequence? That it was less hurtful to be slapped
across the face bya black policeman than a white one? it was
better to’be mauled by a local ion that a foreign one?
Within these developments, Miloti had to contend with
anather problem. Under that notorious Group Arcas Act, Alex
was to be acoloureds-only are, therefore a process of removals
was on the way. Already one friend's family was leaving for
Soweto, another one had already started staying in Eldorado
Park with his brother. But generally it became dificult to catch
2 gathering of the complete membership of Minot
Within the conflicts of the day, was the artist's need for
‘echnical stils and intellectual education? A section of the
younger generation was dissatisfied with the conditions of the
people, and that of the older artists generally, but we had
Aifficuty of articulation. Having vowed to improve our
‘techniques and knowledge in art, we spent time individually
siting those among the white ats who were as sympathetic
25 to impart their sil These trips to and from the white
suburbs were always followed ty an exhibition of one's paint
ing
ate in the English newspaper anda month’ improvement of
telotions in my mother’s house The desperate need fo a source
‘of financial income resulted in a near stampede in putting up art
cahiitions by the artists
‘A few years earlier one painter had come from Worcester in
‘the Cape Province and had come for TB treatment in Barag-
wanath Hospital. During his process of recovery in hospital this
pictures in a city art gallery, afew pictures sold, an encour
‘man had shown signs of great artistic prospects and was,
‘immediately spotted by fiend who settled him in his house inthe
White area of Joburg... due to the problems he had in relation}
to the Influx contol system, the artist was threatened with arrest
for being anilegal person in Johannesburg, 35 well 2s being an
{dle Bantu (i.e. unemployed), There he spent al or most of his days
Jn the house painting, sculpting, painting and sculpting with
passion. He always Kstened tothe troubled music of John Coltrane
and Munkunku, and over this painful state of his predicament he
smeared his canvases with the lives of the under-privileged
The artworks showed a man who had a lot to say: in the
pictures you would see all the movements and confleting
situations of slum life: a church made out of 2 few corrugated
iron sheets... preacher preaching while holding mad woman's
hhand on the one hand and the Bible on the other, whereas right
1m top ofthe shoulders ofthe priest himself, a youth is eating
‘rapes from the tre with 2 fork and rife; hungry child-bearing
women; men with dropping shoulders; ualy buses without
window panes; skeletal dogs and those aggresive township rats
Jin dark avenues, When | grew up | found that the newspapers
always cated an article on Dumile. His work sold 2 lot.
Most rt galleries would impress it upon any African painter
‘that he shoul paint ‘many township scenes’ and of cause there
‘grew a large unorgenised movement of township atsts who
painted what came tobe termed township art! The art galleries
In Johannesburg became the outposts of African township art to
‘their mother art galleries in Paris London and New York, What
noe 23. | meen: aM watevz ou |
was fundamentally an anguished out-pouring of revolt against
against such a system, by an artist who suffered so
much, was betrayed. It was reduced to sentimental caricature of
2 primitive community of people, who were satisfied with ‘their
‘way of life The picture ofa few lads with hunched backs playing
penny whistles and that of them eating watermelons were made
Into prints and were printed in thousands each, forsale
Dumie did not stay to help resolve the situation of the arts
in South Arica; and with pain and frustration in his heart he left
such i
for London, never to return home. When one popula art galery
in Jotburg grew to lke my work, the director advised me,".. work
hard, donot let people disturb you . you see, Dumile wasa good
artist but he messed things up for himself by associating with
the politicians: Again, it was not long when one famous African
sculptor from Springs told me with conceen that Dumile "had his
‘work hung in the office ofthe ANC, how dare an artist do that
Unike the writers, the artists were 2 curiosity in the
community, nd what they painted seemed less destined for the
immediate community. It lacked immediacy of communication
‘The artists always had contempt for one another. Whenever you
visit one he tells you the other ane copies his style; that the
other Is a politician more than an artist; that those in that
township seldom buy beer or cigarettes; that he wants to go
‘overseas one day and to hell with South Aftcs,
Through the help ofa good friend I secured a financial grant
from Anglo American Corporation that enabled me to study art
in the ELC Art fand Craft} Centre in Rorke's Drift. Tere | worked
in more techniques: lino cutting, etching, sculpture, tapestry,
sraphic design and studied history of art. But I came to realise
‘that this schoo! was far from what ! wished to develop into: 2
good artist. Much time was spent under a deserted atmosphere
of religion where only technique was the core of at discussion
and learning, Rorke’s Drift was something like @ humanitarian
institution where the under-privileged people would be
encouraged into developing those skis and techniques which
would enable them to be self-supportve. Art and handicrafts
were the aval
to-us on those very bases. [it offered small paying jobs to
‘many peasants from neighbouring vilages.n ths small way the
institution contributed to elevating the scourge of malnutrition
from the staring Zululand community.
eskils Rorke's Drift was helpful and important
ua
‘But | had to terminate my studies in order to secute my fais
tight to stayin Alexandra. Asa bread winner had tobe there and
‘employed. At ths point again | had become immersed in student
polities, trying to understand my role as an artist in the struggle.
The role of an artist i the processes of political struggle seemed
fan obscure area for the student movement to wast time in. It
‘would sound unnecessarily farfetched to raise the question of
art to students whose preoccupations were graduation
ceremonies, the whiteman and his colleagues. That evening
‘when a gums’ was Being organised in the Wentworth campus
| took along walk to the Durban station and started on a lonely
Journey back home to Alexandra township, Johannesburg.
Everything had seemed too abstract for me, was to hard to
absorb and believe, let alone agree with | wanted to be a good
artist, | told myself, and that meant that | needed tobe sled
and articulate with my work | hated the general notion that
artists fundamentally ar lawless men and women who wasted
away their ives drunk and entertaining sensible people. The
other image was that of the artist 25 a priest. But ali all, the
South African artist was sid to lack soca o potical awareness.
Hence the artists were always at loggerheads with ore another,
‘unorganised and ultimately reactionary.
So the best way of acquiring sills was through ing myself out
435 layout designer. Again a fiend offered me employment 35.
‘Mstrator, layout artist and jack of all trades. With these com-
‘munity oriented sk thought would beable to carry out work
when issues arse and whenever my community demands it, e9,
posters, banners, pamphlets illustrations for newsletters, and of
‘course | wouldstilreate my fine art for posterity. This way then my
activites would ot be alien to my community, was convinced.
While working for SACHED Trust| had the means to buy and
ead books as well as records. The elements of abstraction,
distortion, mystiication, et. became the centre of a thorough
analysis, and all the way, my criteria were the realty of the
‘stustion, and the immedlate community. Again | asked myse|
‘iy had MDALI never completely come off the round after so
‘many years of militant articles in the newspapers? What is 2
{9004 arts in relation to a freedom fighter?
For seven years | had worked at SACHED and now, with 3
creeping feeling of wasting away, | had grown bitter. | had the
financial soure of income, so what! What had this to do with
boeing 2 committed artist? | had spent seven years making
iagrams and pasting up pages for school textbooks. Here in
SSACHED I had managed to pick up most of the sil | neededhich would enable me to be of service back home: to be of
Service is to integrate. The musicians of the fites had not
integrated into the community, they were the community ist
The community produced songs about the sudden ban of the
-Atican brew bythe government, and the community performed,
ata child baptismal ceremony, andthe... Funeral of a deceased
member. Wouldn't it be good if | designed posters for these
activities, painted banners, made posteards, Christmas card, and
taught these skils to those who needed them? Who in my
community noted my pretty litle ilustrations in the academic
lectures? Certainly none but a small number of sophisticated
students who studied in SACHED with the hope that some
contact would be made fora scholarship to Britain or Ameria,
All these had nothing to do with my ambition to become an
articulate artist. But alas, | had become so attached to many
people in SACHED, so much that I fought back tears that
afternoon when I bid them farewel
leis my contention that any understanding ofthe development.
of at (or underdevelopment) in my country cannot be divorced
from the effects of the European Church, School and Stat. The
cucation system is unfair and rather too verbalised, too
theoretical, and does not bridge the gap between intellectual
and practical labour Hence there seems to be no hope thatthe
‘education can deal even with the fundamentals of production;
its through a polytechnic system of self-reliance that the
‘general impotence in this education can be overcome, Only then
could we entich our personalities and grow into discerning and
creative men and women wi vill naturally espect and value
practial work. Its perhops under a favourable political climate
that the artist will see the need for organisation, research,
learning and community involvement and development.
But how does the conflict of the South African artist
characterise itself in an actual work of art? In mast cases the
images are acutely abstracted; the subject matter (content) is
lost to the mystical; distortion plagues the visual and the
artwork sags under a heavy vel of mystery. the work has lost
that essential quality of communication; the immediacy of
communication with the masses the artist claims to address
himself to. The lai is usually in the exibition catalogue, in the
tiles ofthe pictures or onthe posters
The other truth about these elements is that they are fr from
being neutral in terms ofthe politcal options ofthe community.
They reflect a serious conflict and the state ofthe artist himself
about those social, political and economic interests which exst
at that moment. Some artist ae not conscious about the actual
content of their creations, whereas the others are fully aware
politically but are not convinced
The art galeries are not only the monopoly outposts and
shrines ofthe Arican ar, but they even determine what form
and content the art should take. By mere promotion of the
completely abstract, mystic and the less concerned politically,
they have become an extended arm of the cruel government
‘there. This doesnot exclude the expert on African art, the critic
‘who isues out criticism from an alien position. The amount of
complex terminology employed on ‘mystic’ painting (in the
English newspaper) leaves the average reader completely
intimidated, while the related artist withdraws back into false
self-importance. To him it means money, fame and travel. But
fame, money and travel at what cost?
‘On the other hand the work ofa socially committed artist is
‘treated with traditional coldness. In this case the large part of|
the critique dwells on how the artist is less of an artist and his
work mere clichés, Whats subtle in this piece of comments the