New Artist Focus: Chandra Frank on Rehana Zaman by Chandra Frank

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Rehana Zaman’s Tell me the story Of all these things (2017) makes room for new visual imaginations that centre South Asian diasporic experiences through a non-linear lens.

The work presents a conversation and cooking demonstration with the artist’s two sisters. While one sister speaks about what it means to navigate the terrains of womanhood, partnership, religion and sexuality, the other sister remains more on the margins; we catch a fleeting reflection of her presence in the lid of a pan. These intimate encounters are contrasted with screenshots from the E-learning government tool ‘Prevent’, which is a training program and introduction to the Prevent duty aimed to “safeguard vulnerable people from being radicalized” in relationship to terrorism; and an animated amorphous figure that submerges within a desert-like landscape.

Tell me the story Of all these things continuously plays with dislocation and intimacy, and the temporal arrangement of migration and journeys of self-discovery. A close shot of hands grinding ginger, the rhythmic cutting of onions, and witnessing the stirring and marinating of spices with tomatoes become symbolic for a ritual performed in many diasporic kitchens throughout the UK. The making of geography in those moments allude to Stuart Hall’s well-known words, “We are here, because you were there”, which illustrates the position of Black British post-colonial migrants in the UK. This is further punctuated by the artist’s sister, Farah, who can be heard reflecting on Dubai, Pakistan and the United Kingdom, and questioning: “Who is me?” Yet, instead of a traditional stereotypical vision of brown women in the kitchen making curry, we experience a radical honesty that alludes to the potency and liberatory potential of the kitchen space. The focus of hands cutting fine pieces of fish are followed with the placing and replacing of a lemon against a colourful background; hand gestures and pieces of fabric and cloth are woven into the texture of the work. Placed within a context of Black and Women of Colour feminisms that have informed artistic production (and vice versa), I recall other visual imagery of hands and labor. In Daughters of the Dust (1991) by Julie Dash, the family matriarch, Nana Peasant, and her indigo stained hands becomes a narrative strand; or A Love Supreme (2001), a short film by Nilesh Patel, the focus is on hands making samosas. There’s a stillness embedded in these works of movements that reflect past histories. Here we witness intergenerational storytelling through spices.

The view.

Absent all the same. Hidden. Forbidden,

Either side of the view.

Side upon side. That which indicates the interior

and exterior.

(Cha, 1982, p.127)

 

The fragmentation in the work is inspired by Dictee, a 1982 book by Korean American artist Theresa Hak Kyung Cha that brings together different notes, thoughts, drawings, languages and scribbles. Dictee discusses the migration and exile of the author’s parents to China, and reflects on Cha’s own experiences with moving to the United States. The poetics of Cha’s words subtly inform the use of the camera, light and contrasting imagery in Zaman’s work. The way the work is edited and shot guides the viewer into a fragmented reality of seemingly related themes. Zaman makes use of different narrative strands that could be read as separate non-linear vignettes. Taking the time to read Dictee in conjunction with Zaman’s work is worthwhile, as it makes clear its hybrid nature and a rejection of narrativity. In particular, Tell me the story Of all these things makes use of different texture and (non) readability by switching between different footage.

The amorphous womanly figure walking with a particular type of militancy seems dislocated. Why does she appear here? With a frantic type of boredom, the figure loudly steps, unsure of the destination, through the brown sand-like desert. We are forced to join this ambivalent figure in this journey. She drinks from a can only to later eject the fluid, blows her cheeks, and morphs into the space that is made up of her. The emptiness of the figure becomes generative in the sense that her abjectness allows for hybridity within a liminal space. The insertion of her presence alludes to the commentary of texture, and what it means to both feel and read through a non-linear understanding of subjectivities.

Too Long.

Enough Already.

One empty body waiting to contain.

Conceived for a single purpose and for the purpose only.

To contain.

Made filled.

Be full.

(Cha, 1982, p.64)

 

The E-learning government tool Prevent offers an “introduction to the Prevent duty, and explains how it aims to safeguard vulnerable people from being radicalized to supporting terrorism or becoming terrorists themselves”.[2] The government tool forces us to think about the current political climate that thrives on commodifying the idea of ‘stranger danger’. The encouragement of suspicion undergirds the entire Prevent legislation. We have begun to witness the enforcement of such legislation on a worldwide scale, illustrated in the bans of late by Donald Trump. The economy of gratitude is an affluent one in this context, where the migrant must forever be thankful for the opportunity to reside in the land of “possibility”. The shifting economical imperial implications of this are hinted at when Farah recalls her first UK cleaning job after leaving Pakistan, for which she earned seven pounds a day. She now considers relocating to Dubai to ensure a better quality of life. The insertion of the Prevent footage adds a deadpan quality to the work. The animated figures in Prevent are accompanied by a somewhat nervous making tune that cheers on the ‘good citizen’ in their important mission to detect potential danger. The way that Zaman merges different reflections on the body within the work speaks to ideas of governability. Which bodies can be governed and how? Perhaps a timelier question is for whose benefit do we need the figure of the stranger? I am reminded of how bodies are made into strangers. Sara Ahmed best describes how this happens: “the governing of bodies creates strangers as bodies that require being governed”.[3]

In Tell me the story Of all these things, the narrative shifts between personal and general observations, and allows for Farah’s subjectivity to be rooted in both. She reflects on her own sexuality and her erotic power, which at times is also quite candid as she ponders why one would need a husband except for sex. This in itself provides a welcomed conversation on gender and agency. Brown women’s pleasure is often dictated through the submissive idealization of womanhood, and historically controlled by intra-cultural patriarchy and denied by the Western colonial gaze. Farah’s pleasure—such as her newfound interest in skiing or her sisterhood with Arabic women and poetry readings—become a political non-oppositional space. These small productive spaces within the work are refreshing, and become an entry point for further conversation.

The fragmentation of visualization in Tell me the story Of all these things records the stillness of movement, and disrupts ideas of what it means for British Asian Muslim women to take up space, and to be viewed through the prism of desire and terror in the same glance. The Western gaze appears to be caught between the fantasy of veiling and unveiling, both rooted in a violent desire of control. State controlled and condoned forms of “unveiling”, symbolic or physical, are ingrained in the anti Muslim rhetoric of the nation. Not enough do we hear the voices of brown women articulate these complexities, and Tell me the story Of all these things reflects these politics of narration and offers much-needed commentary on the British Asian Muslim experience within a post-Brexit context. Weaving in gender, race and class, Zaman shows how her practice is shaped by an interrogation of social dynamics and is often generated through conversation and collaboration. The layers and dis-assembled arrangement offer a script in which brown bodies need to make sense of time and space today. There’s commentary on our resilience, the making of home, sharing sacred intimacy, and the necessary arrival and embodiment of the space invader who disrupts the expectation of complacency into the system. Ultimately the work turns outward, projects into the audience and asks the viewer: how do you feel?

https://lux.org.uk/writing/new-artist-focus-rehana-zaman

Footnotes

[1] Cha, Theresa Hak Kyung, 1982. Dictee. University California Press.

[2]‘You Have Accessed the E-Learning Training on Prevent’, HM Government. https://www.elearning.prevent.homeoffice.gov.uk

[3] See Sara Ahmed, Making Strangers, https://feministkilljoys.com/2014/08/04/making-strangers/

Noah Purifoy and Migrating Assemblages, Warscapes, February 2016 by Chandra Frank

My last day of 2015 was spent in California’s Mojave Desert, just about 2 hours from Los Angeles, strolling through the palpable legacy of Noah Purifoy (1917-2004) at the Joshua Tree Outdoor Museum. Surrounded by Purifoy’s assemblage installations, I reflected on a year of thought-provoking art, my own curatorial transnational connections, and those who are faced with the fragility of movement in the world.

The assemblages are constructed with discarded objects across a dusty plot of land—a railroad with bicycle wheels and beer kegs; TV’s stacked on top of each other; bowling balls dangling down; towers of lunch trays; churches and graveyards; a washroom for whites and coloreds. Purifoy’s work is a playful and serious engagement with what is left behind after migration and movement. Although named an outdoor museum, the space doesn’t feel remotely like a museum; the works transcend locality in a way that forces a quiet that felt both symbolic and spiritual on the last day of the year. 

Noah Purifoy: Junk Dada at the Los Angeles County Museum inspired our visit to the cold but gorgeous desert. Purifoy is most known for his work after the 1965 Watts Riots in Los Angeles. The riots in Watts, a predominantly Black neighborhood, were incredibly violent, with many residents shot and killed over the course of a week. The community rose in response to the vicious state violence, police brutality and economic oppression by taking it to the streets. Purifoy, the first director of the Watts Tower Art Center, felt drawn to the lingering traces of what remained after the violence had ceased. One of his earlier sculpture works came out of the charred debris of the Watts Riots. In the catalogue for the landmark group exhibition 66 Signs of Neon (1965) Purifoy reflects on his engagement with the found object: 

“Despite the involvement of running an art school, we gave much thought to the oddity of our found things. Often the smell of the debris, as our work brought us into the vicinity of the storage area, turned our thoughts to what were and were not tragic times in Watts and to what to do with the junk we had collected, which had begun to haunt our dreams.”

66 Signs of Neon was co-curated by Purifoy and travelled to nine venues between 1966 and 1969. Purifoy, together with artist Judson Powell, created the first of the works featured. 66 Signs poses the question: How does one deal with the aftermath of grim riots in a post Second World War context? The exhibition catalogue reflects on how the two artists decided to build “a sculptured garden” with the found objects. The two had first envisioned the exhibition as a kind of supplement to the McCone Report, which detailed the findings of the Governor’s Commission on the causes of the riots. The exhibition was meant to stress the importance of art education. Both Purifoy and Powell felt that “creativity is the only way left for a person to find himself in this materialistic world.” Purifoy’s relationship to materialism was informed by the racial dynamics at the time and influenced the relationship he developed with the arts. From the oral history project it becomes clear that Purifoy was intentional about his disengagement from the American racialized economic structure. Purifoy defined, on his own terms, social mobility:

“(…)I wanted to experience us [Blacks] at the level where we lived at. That [resulted in] my self-imposed poverty in my art years. I did not want lots of money or lots of clothes or anything like that. I wanted to experience what's it like to be poor. I could have been not poor, but it was self- imposed poverty.”1

Read more here: http://www.warscapes.com/reviews/noah-purifoy-and-migrating-assemblages

Chimurenga Library: Creating Temporary Homes, Traveling Diasporic Sound and Shaping African Futures, Warscapes, November 2015 by Chandra Frank

African futures, travelling diasporic sounds and writing by Africans for Africans are at the core of the Chimurenga Library exhibition on show until the 21st of November at The Showroom in London. Chimurenga, whose name comes from a Shona word referring to the ‘struggle for freedom,’ is a Pan-African publication of writing, art and politics. Ntone Edjabe, originally from Cameroon, started the internationally acclaimed platform based in Cape Town, South Africa in March 2002.

Influenced by Fela Kuti’s, ‘Who no know go know’, Chimurenga lets its audiences in on what’s happening on the continent. The multidimensional platform’s publications include a quarterly Pan-African gazette titled The Chronic, a visually attractive journal that centres culture, arts and politics and features an incredibly sharp range of contributors, including Binyavanga Wainaina, Paula Akugizibwe, Lesego Ramolokeng, Kodwo Eshun and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. With the Pan African Space Station (PASS), Edjabe offers a periodic, pop-up live studio that functions as an exhibition space as well as a living archive. Through these and other innovative initiatives, Chimurenga provides a much-needed political platform through word, sound and new spaces.

Chimurenga Library, presented by The Showroom and The Otolith Group, has taken over The Showroom gallery by transforming the existing space and structures into a place for friends and interested folks to come together and hear live broadcasts and music, transcending the limitations that gallery walls pose to the viewer. With taped routes linking ideas with people, writing, research, music, a variety of films, photography and an actual library, the exhibition reflects Chimurenga’s position as a leading Pan-African cultural platform.

Read more here: http://www.warscapes.com/reviews/chimurenga-library-creating-temporary-homes-traveling-diasporic-sound-and-shaping-african

 

LOS ANGELES AND THE POST-RIOTS BLACK ARTS SCENE, WARSCAPES, OCTOBER 13TH 2015 by Chandra Frank

Installation view of Mark Bradford: Scorched Earth, Hammer Museum, Los Angeles, June 20–September 27, 2015. Photo by Brian Forrest.

I spent the majority of my summer in Los Angeles. New to the city as I was, I had no idea of what to expect besides the ominous presence of road rage-inducing traffic. With exclusive access to LA’s underused side streets, I escaped the traffic and found myself front and center for a surprising amount of excellent art shows. LA’s expanding arts scene has led to a myriad of galleries popping up. While this makes the city an interesting place for art lovers, it also reveals the contentious relationship between art and gentrification. Yet, places such as The Underground Museum, a Black-owned exhibition space in the working class West Adams/Crenshaw District, subverts this relationship by offering an important radical cultural center. Sadly, its founder, Noah Davis, recently passed away, leaving an invaluable legacy behind that will continue to showcase exhibitions. The Underground Museum’s current exhibition, Journey to the Moon by South African artist William Kentridge, shows the caliber of this relatively new space. The exhibition is a video installation that incorporates Kentridge’s own performances and working processes inside his studio. Kentridge is displayed reworking and erasing pieces, a meditation on shifting narratives and impermanence in artmaking.

Read more here: http://www.warscapes.com/art/los-angeles-and-post-riots-black-arts-scene