Rastas and the Marblebelt
Yesterday, we recieved a text from Mwomba, the primary school art teacher and a local artist, that there was to be a bonfire party that night. I was very excited since the people at this bonfire party were to be local artists. The local artists here are quite active- both socially and politically- even when faced with gross censorship.
Side note:
Porn is illegal here. Images of the naked body are prohibited and certainly any images of a sexual nature are taboo. Two zambian artists were found in possession of some videos of Norwegian conceptual art. On these tapes there were some experimental works- such as a naked woman rolling around in paint and throwing herself against a canvas. The Zambian authorities deemed this as porn and threw them in jail. So the art community rallied and found a South African lawyer to come and argue the case of distinction between porn and art (brilliant!!!) Fortunately, the lawyer proved skillfull and the artists were set free. But the entire artists community was warned of raids upon their collections to find pornographic materials or offensive images. So all the artists had to hide their works, bury them or send them away. This was only 2 years ago.
However, when we arrived the place was dark. We pulled up to the gate honked our horns, flashed our lights, got out of the car, knocked on the gate itself- then waited for 10 minutes before someone finally opened the gate. And the person that opened the gate was a rasta-man!
He waved mwomba and us through with a warm smile and the three of us were so excited to be meeting this person. We couldn't wait to get out of the car and talk with him. His name was bobbajake (ignore the spelling) and he is a sculptor who lives with a painter in a little house set up beside their big barn-like studios and work spaces. He has two dogs- who like to eat the fleas off each other and a cat who puts up with being licked by the dogs but let her true wishes be known when she jumped into our car.
His dreds were piled up on top of his head a good 12 inches high and kept neatly under a knitted cap. We had clearly interrupted him at work since his clothes were covered with residue from the marble he works with but he didn't seem to mind and apologized that he had moved the bonfire to coordinate with the international artists conference that is happening this week in Lusaka.
He absentmindedly rolled the biggest cheech-and-chong style joint I had ever seen in one hand while taking us on a tour of his studio. The paintings were amazing but his sculpture space was wholly enlightening! I bothered him with loads of questions about his work and his process- and the noise of the tools (which remind me of the dentist office and have no idea how anyone can work with that all day) And then he started to talk about his materials. Where he gets the marble from- and apparently he gets the stones from just finding them around Lusaka!
Side note:
Everyone has heard of the copperbelt. But did you know about the marblebelt? or the Uraniumbelt? or the Diamondbelt? Well all of those exisist in Zambia too- but they are all undeveloped and secret. The land on which these natural resources abound are known only to certain people and only certain sales are made... so it seems. But Bobbajake was telling me how its getting harder and harder to obtain his marble because the land around lusaka is getting bought up at such a fast rate for development and they are building right on top of these huge deposits of marble! He said, "if i was clever I would buy up all the land just to have my marble" and he's got a very clever point! We even bantered around the idea of setting up an ethical marble quarry. But anyways...
He had lots to share and I felt very fortunate to hear his ideas and stories- so much to learn! I'll let you know how the bonfire goes this week... and if I ever make it to work on friday!
Side note:
Porn is illegal here. Images of the naked body are prohibited and certainly any images of a sexual nature are taboo. Two zambian artists were found in possession of some videos of Norwegian conceptual art. On these tapes there were some experimental works- such as a naked woman rolling around in paint and throwing herself against a canvas. The Zambian authorities deemed this as porn and threw them in jail. So the art community rallied and found a South African lawyer to come and argue the case of distinction between porn and art (brilliant!!!) Fortunately, the lawyer proved skillfull and the artists were set free. But the entire artists community was warned of raids upon their collections to find pornographic materials or offensive images. So all the artists had to hide their works, bury them or send them away. This was only 2 years ago.
However, when we arrived the place was dark. We pulled up to the gate honked our horns, flashed our lights, got out of the car, knocked on the gate itself- then waited for 10 minutes before someone finally opened the gate. And the person that opened the gate was a rasta-man!
He waved mwomba and us through with a warm smile and the three of us were so excited to be meeting this person. We couldn't wait to get out of the car and talk with him. His name was bobbajake (ignore the spelling) and he is a sculptor who lives with a painter in a little house set up beside their big barn-like studios and work spaces. He has two dogs- who like to eat the fleas off each other and a cat who puts up with being licked by the dogs but let her true wishes be known when she jumped into our car.
His dreds were piled up on top of his head a good 12 inches high and kept neatly under a knitted cap. We had clearly interrupted him at work since his clothes were covered with residue from the marble he works with but he didn't seem to mind and apologized that he had moved the bonfire to coordinate with the international artists conference that is happening this week in Lusaka.
He absentmindedly rolled the biggest cheech-and-chong style joint I had ever seen in one hand while taking us on a tour of his studio. The paintings were amazing but his sculpture space was wholly enlightening! I bothered him with loads of questions about his work and his process- and the noise of the tools (which remind me of the dentist office and have no idea how anyone can work with that all day) And then he started to talk about his materials. Where he gets the marble from- and apparently he gets the stones from just finding them around Lusaka!
Side note:
Everyone has heard of the copperbelt. But did you know about the marblebelt? or the Uraniumbelt? or the Diamondbelt? Well all of those exisist in Zambia too- but they are all undeveloped and secret. The land on which these natural resources abound are known only to certain people and only certain sales are made... so it seems. But Bobbajake was telling me how its getting harder and harder to obtain his marble because the land around lusaka is getting bought up at such a fast rate for development and they are building right on top of these huge deposits of marble! He said, "if i was clever I would buy up all the land just to have my marble" and he's got a very clever point! We even bantered around the idea of setting up an ethical marble quarry. But anyways...
He had lots to share and I felt very fortunate to hear his ideas and stories- so much to learn! I'll let you know how the bonfire goes this week... and if I ever make it to work on friday!
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