Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Hunt Following My Life



i have to tell you something
i started smoking a few months ago; cigarettes, only because other stuff is usually rolled with it here in trinidad. not the practice i ever saw anywhere else. leave it to trinidad to always do some converted conflicting thing to the purpose at hand. but that is beside the point. i am now writing about something that appears to be so total, to a man, that i now have to declare it, share it, acknowledge it to the universe and hopefully, it be part of my process to heed and obey....but in these months, no matter where i go: up, down, across, at the hyatt, or on the neighborhood corner bar, almost every man, will ask me of my smoking: how i smoke, what is the reason, what is my life and all to tell me,: I should stop. the last person: was my server at the hyatt last night while i sat out on the balcony after meal and sunset dark, with my digestif and smokes. he also told me to pray, which is the other exhortation i hear most from strangers.

i have no earthly idea what it is people see that makes them instruct me, exhort me, or want to guide me, but now, for the first time, i am no longer marking it up to fassness or out of place ness, but, the same way there are the dark ones who see me in whatever kind of way that makes them want to hate, i am believing these other people see some kind of light that they for one reason or another odd, are trying to preserve...and oh the comments have been rich...i hear : " you are too beautiful to smoke" "you are too 'nice' to smoke";  and then the whole litany of them wanting to tell and show me the effects of smoking on my body...sigh. when i tell them i spent decades taking care of this temple in pristine sacred fashion and so now i can deduct some points, they are not having it..."you will start to wrinkle" smh. so. my whole plan of being an old woman who smokes because my great grandmother smoked a pipe, ...perhaps i need to wait till i get my indigenously naturally made peace pipe. and stop with the commercial poison. of course too when i tell them i plan to grow my own tobacco, everyone is excited about that idea...but until then...i need to listen...listen...and that is a personal cross for me to bear...miss ownway stubborn, i am told.

but i just had to share..

that and another thing that has me feeling weird. i think this year 2013 and moreso in the last few weeks, last two months, i have been meeting characters and personas just not on my usual platform of living which also means i find myself in places, at times, i never would have before. and now i came home last night wondering about that. it is almost like i want it to stop now. it was cute and cool being adventurous. now lets flip the page. close that chapter. find a new book.  but often, while i am there, i often wonder why, for what purpose. am i going to do something sometime in the future where when i rise up these people will say, i know her, or will these people be my lieutenants, my street crew for some reason...it is bizarre. that is it. this year is kind of bizarre...

reminds me of another thing last night. two firsts. that make me go internal and wonder deeply why and how, the science behind what is blithely said of no significance by the speaker, but the weight of the words are almost requiring extra hands to carry...a police officer, i think he said he is 53 or 55, referred to me as his big sister. I was floored. we/i often speak of men not respecting women, and here was this strongman who whereever we go, folk part ways and he is keeping order, refers to me so. it made me wonder and reflect of all the times he has seen me and what it is he sees to confer such an honor. In my day and time, to call someone your elder..well.

and then late last night another guy who would not take his eyes off me, by the end, came over to me and said, "i dont know what you did to me, but you have me smoking when i dont smoke, and here is the clincher, he said to me, i dont know, it is puzzling, i am trying to analyze you, it is like you are a sadist. and i asked him what did that mean cause i could not believe this man was so calling me...but he defined it accurately, he said, "it is like you are "hostile and beautiful"

yes folk,, people writing scripts and independent film lines worthy of honors and awards, in port of spain, and we are none the wiser.

talk about life in movement: film
my stories of the day///

and it does not end there...

two nights ago i had a dream that made no sense:
my estranged father was in the dream, it was like we were living in the same house, a house full of light and light color, and there was a child, that clearly belonged to us, who i am not sure, what relation i do not know but this child was also light, light as to be almost white, if she was not in fact a white child...and i was preparing and calming and ministering her as to perform surgery upon her, this child that was about five years old, no older than ten, a myomectomy. but she already had one, and had the scar to prove it, a scar that is much like mine, cause i have had three, and the last one of the greatest scar, almost from hip to hip, but her's the little girl's it was artistically done, like a tattoo, and circle curls , two on each side a bit inside from each end.  and that is all i remember.

then a friend wrote me the following morning of that night and asked me had i yet applied to medical school (Teocah Arieal Ainka Dove)/ and i thought that was odd. he felt i need to be a doctor to the extent i care about people. and i thought that too was a heed. see the larger point of all this writing is i think i am getting many signs and wonders from the universe and landscape. in ways i think many would miss, i am trying to not to miss them.. but here is the thing about this dream and this event...i learn yesterday evening that a friend of mine had an emergency myomectomy this last week (mouthopen). yeah. isnt that peculiar? i dream it and it is happening somewhere...or happened...

smh. i have no answers to the fabric being weaved. but will be sure to tell you when i wear it; when it covers.

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"Wisdom speaks in twenty years;
foolishness in thirty
Stubbornness betrays the fool;
silence portrays the wise
Thus declared Ifa to the foolish scion
of the hunting lineage
'Be wise,' said Ifa
'Uphold your hunting life
Uphold your ancestral line'
- Holy Odu EjiOgbe

The Ancestral Promise is your truest pathway to wisdom. What!? Think of it this way: The ancestors represent your personal catalog of all human genius. You might consider yourself quite modern, and entirely unique. But the truth is, most - if not all - of the things you have never done have already been done by your ancestors before you. In fact, unbeknownst to you, they mastered many of the essential crafts that you are only discovering today. This includes everything from marriage and parenting to entrepreneurship and political activism. Have you ever stopped to think about how old your family REALLY is? Have you ever considered the full extent of your extended family? Most importantly, it is through the collective consciousness of your lineage that you come to understand the Ancestral Promise that you were sent to fulfill. Ultimately, you cannot be truly wise in the world and ignorant of your lineage at the same time. Live the medicine!"

Obafemi Origunwa, MA | www.ObafemiO.com

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Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.
- Patricia Lynn Reilly

---such a woman is the one writing life stories like this

Monday, September 16, 2013

Guest Writer/Author: Makemba Kunle on LeRoy Clarke's Obeah


 

 LeRoy Clarke: "This oil painting on canvass (6x4)ft, titled UNDER IT ALL... EYE ALRIGHT is from my El Tucuche series... It is on display at LEGACY HOUSE, where Eye live and work... Enjoy."
 
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Paper delivered at UNESCO Symposium - “Leroy at 70” 2009
Revised: June 2013

“Is Really Obeah in Truth”

"By what standards do we measure the art of Leroy Clarke? Can we use western standards? Of course we can. After all, the tools and materials that he uses, the shapes and sizes of the paintings, the framing, the presentation in galleries, western style, made to fit western standard buildings. His arena is the west; and even the Trinidad and Tobago and Caribbean public is very westernized in its relationship to ‘Fine Art’, a western construct, if there ever was one.
Within this construct, if you’re not linked to somebody who is linked to somebody else in this construct, then you fall into the eccentric, primitive or ethnic or exotic, all of which have there little niches today.
We disregard these comfort zones and we link Leroy Clarke to Lam, and in the sequential pattern of Western Art History, link him ultimately to Picasso and Braque. This is good company and a good place to be; where even to argue against it would help to sustain the association with these artists of the ‘modern’ era, (that is, artists who fly in airplane and ting). All this is common knowledge, that Picasso and Lam took inspiration from African essential aesthetic and (especially in Lam’s case) spiritual elements also, and applied these elements to their work, just as Leroy does today, albeit with a little more fervour.
At the Carifesta Art Symposium in Guyana in August 2008, Cuba was invited to present a paper on Caribbean Art and Aesthetics. The good lady who made the presentation, a curator at one of Cuba’s many museums, gave to the gathering a power point presentation on the life and work of Wilfredo Lam and that was that.
I understood the point that she was making.     
As an activist involved in the staging of national exhibitions, as an artist interested in a global reach, and as a Trinidadian wanting to make a name and stake a claim in the affairs of the world, I was forever involved in the promotion of the work of Leroy Clarke as the one to open the way for the abundance of artistic talent in T&T, just as that Cuban curator understood that Lam was their man, the signature of an era and space.
Rubadiri Victor, managing editor and publisher of ‘Generation Lion’ makes a stronger case for Leroy Clarke being the artist for us at this time in Trinidad and Tobago.
But I confess that I myself am not much concerned, in this presentation, with Leroy Clarke’s place in the pantheon of Western Art cosmology. I begin with the given, that his work has power; and this is also my point of departure.
Where does this power come from?
I look once more at the paintings, for in this context; by thy works shall ye be known.
I look at his spirit- like forms, his anthropomorphic abstractions, his experiments in textural manipulation, and his secret hieroglyphics. I study the dexterity of his line, his colour combinations, and his ambiguities. I compare his new work with the old, and I write;
“Recent work has shown a little less cubist tendencies, less archetypal symbols, a more playful dalliance with transparencies and reflections and spatial proportions. I perceive a greater involvement and excitement in the alchemy of the matter that he works with. All bear a stamp of vigour and authority”.  
Not satisfied with this, I ask myself, what is this authority?
Leroy tells us it is obeah.
These days, people have a tendency to look for meaning in works of art, which in turn would give the works added value and power. One wants to journey through the painting seeking a deeper penetration into the nature of things. The meaning then, as much as any other quality one might find important, adds power to the work. So when we engage it, we are transported into our own dreams, or our own dark unconscious. The meaning in Leroy’s work is not only implied in his compositions and in his euphemistic titles, but also defined in his contextual notes and writing and speeches and poetry over the years. We engage the work with layers of context from “El Tucuche” to “Laventille Here There and Everywhere”, in language full of deep metaphor, and with extravagant forays into mystical planes. So much so that one has to ask oneself if one is not being mesmerized by linguistics. Leroy’s preoccupation with language has marked him as one of the first of T&T’s local artists to take these modern intellectual schools of thought with emphasis on “meaning”, and apply them to his work.
Leroy’s fascinstion with the spoken and written word has not only marked him as one of the foremost in a group of T&T artists to take these modern intellectual schools of thought and apply them to his work, but it has awarded him a place in history as a pioneer and innovator in the study and application of art, with his introduction of the term “Obeah”, both as his thesis and as his modus operandi.  It is a complete change of paradigm.
His use of the term “obeah” in the realm of Fine Art and in the realm of philosophy, was phenomenal at the time.  It helped pave the way for the legitimizing of obeah, so to speak, in the minds of the public and of the intelligentsia, giving it a sort of acceptance, if not respectability.  And whether the Orisha practitioners liked it or not, he also widened the connotations of the word to encompass all the ritualistic aspects of the Orisha Tradition.
Obeah also implied a secret within the work that needed to be uncovered. A world of mystery, magic and omens, which would arouse a sense of curiousity and intrigue.  Within the traditional African frame of reference, this is the esoteric value of the work that enhances and surpasses its material value, and this is what boggles the minds of Leroy’s detractors: what is his (expletive deleted) secret?
He tells you plain- “Obeah”.
Our problem, with regard to Leroy Clarke’s work, is that we really don’t believe it.  We applaud his espousing his African spirituality in his speeches and writings and paintings; we find it clever, his refashioning of primitive concepts to modern philosophical and aesthetic discourse. But we don’t actually believe that Obeah is real, or worse yet, that we’ve been subject to its workings.
Even though he keeps telling us this over and over again.
Even though you see photographs in the newspapers showing him emerging from the bush, crowned with leaves of special herbs, dripping with sacred oils and holy water, after having undergone secret rituals presided over by the elite of the Orisha practitioners, including Babalawos from Ife in Nigeria.
Now when a man who knows what Obeah is, says to you “My work is Obeah”, don’t ‘get tie-up’. This is not a metaphor, like” Douennes” or “El Tucuche”, or “Landscapes of Consciousness”.  It would serve you well to take him seriously, and study his work from that serious angle.
So this is my study, take it or leave it, of the Obeah in Leroy Clarke’s work.
Now as an aside, I remember two shopkeepers in Barataria. When one of them started to prosper a little more, the other would say, not without some malice, ‘He make Puja’.  Puja for non-Hindus being Indian obeah, implying also unfair advantage – outside help, so to speak. And since people sometimes greet me with “If you is this big- time artist, how come you not rich”?  I am tempted to retort: “He make Obeah”!              
To be serious now, firstly, Leroy’s obeah is tied in with his word. One of his favorite biblical quotes is ‘In the beginning was the word’. He believes in word magic and works word-magic. ‘Utterances’ was the theme of a whole exhibition of his at Aquarella Gallery, fifteen years ago. He has found ways to use the word to recreate whole existences, even refashioning his own life story into a non-ending Wilson Harrisian odyssey, from “Fragments” through “El Tucuche” to “De Distance is Here”- poet as hero, the great Eye, mythisizing his own self in the process.
How does this affect one’s approach to his paintings?
One approaches a myth with reverence, with acknowledgement, with wonder. One is obeahed from the start.
There is a very interesting catalogue from the Museum of African Art in New York edited by M. Hooten, entitled “Secrecy: African Art that Conceals and reveals”. Some very illuminating essays which talk about the devices that the artists use for their ritual artifacts and icons and masks, such as coding- this number of dots, that number of dashes, also the use of special letters and symbols. We talking Leroy Clarke here.
They say in this book that these artist/obeah men even use obscurity as a device, where they would suggest the presence of something while at the same time camouflage it, and they talk about the different ways the obeah is hidden in the work; and that it is the presence of the obeah that gives the object value and power.
“Recent art-historical studies have discussed how African works of art phrase secret knowledge to a visual grammar.  Abstraction, accumulation, obscurity, omission and containment are some principles of secrecy’s visual language in many African cultures. In the art of the Akan, the Bamana and other cultures, for example, there is often a dialectic between what is seen and what is unseen.  The more secret the thing is, the more enigmatic and non-representational its form. Monni Adams, exploring the “silent beat” in African geometric patterns, has discovered that behind them sometimes lies the codification of secret information, or the invocation of invisible presences.” (Secrecy: African Art that Conceals and Reveals. Metropolitan Museum of Art)
So when one of these works is commissioned or purchased, it is purchased for this power resident in it that will be of benefit to the owner.  They the artists are nonplussed that western art enthusiasts should want to cart away ‘objects of art’ that have been divested of their magical inserts because for them it is the obeah in it that gives the work its significance.
So too, I am saying that in the work of Leroy Clarke, obeah is the most significant factor. Perhaps other scholars in the future will give this more serious study.  Such a study might include as subjects, those people who, quite irrationally it seems, declare an aversion towards his work. While some of them are expectedly mixing up the man and his ideas with the work that he does (Sometimes this works positively for the artist, and other times otherwise), there are those who are either afraid of it (the work) or suspicious of it, as though they are consciously or intuitively aware of its subliminal powers and for them to entertain these powers even for an instant would take courage and knowledge beyond their cranial capacity.
It’s a quantum leap, so to speak.
Which brings me lastly believe it or not, to this thing called quantum mechanics, which I cared little for, until I came across an intriguing documentary called ‘What the Bleep – Down the Rabbit Hole’, a documentary that gives an introduction and some insights into this field and some of its findings.  One of the experiments in quantum studies was to show how the powers of thought and intentions, in communion with forces unknown, affect matter and energy, and using scientific experiments to demonstrate their hypothesis.  
Intention….communion….unknown forces….
This is what we used to call high science, sounding remarkably like the obeah we speak of, which Leroy practices with a discipline and single-mindedness that are unsurpassable.
Leroy’s scientific methods and techniques in this regard have not been properly documented, least of all by himself. For the present we merely have incidental and anecdotal references which to quote here might sooner trivialize the discourse rather than fulfill our purpose of elucidation. In another paper, “The Technique of Obeah, as practiced by Leroy Clark in his Making Art”, December 2010, I have attempted to describe parts of his process that I myself have witnessed.
Some artists carry a fire burning inside of them and allow that fire to burn randomly and indiscriminately. Not so, Leroy. Like the gas welder who hones his flame to fire points of intensity, Leroy harnesses and focuses his flame to points of concentrated intention.  
If the intention is to command the attention of the world, then he is right on target.  This event is hosted by the United Nations i.e. All the nations of the world, paying attention today to his work and himself, and his work sooner or later will be featured in every country in the world, in the major museums of the world, because Leroy Clarke has intended it and willed it, authored it and obeahed it, so that long after he is gone his obeah will continue to work for him, and there is nothing anyone else will be able to do about it?"

Makemba Kunle 09’