Guggenheim’s map–Where is the rest of Africa? [Africa is a Country]
The recent announcement of the Guggenheim Foundation’s new “Guggenheim UBS MAP Global Art Initiative” bears all of the hallmarks of the present era. It is funded by a bank. It has the word “global” in its title. It claims explicitly to challenge “a Western-centric view of art history,” according to the Foundation’s director, Richard Armstrong, in a piece by Carol Vogel recently published in The New York Times. The project will mount this challenge by investing in series of linked-up residencies, exhibitions, acquisitions for the museum’s permanent collections, and public programming with artists, curators and educators in parts of the world hitherto largely ignored by the museum. The modus operandi is encouraging, particularly when compared with late-20th-century attempts to bring non-Western art into dialogue with institutions in the North. The list of regions is long, and includes South and Southeast Asia, Latin America, the Middle East and North Africa. One thing it is not, however, is global: Africa south of the Sahara, and thus 2/3 of the continent, has been excluded.
We were disappointed to discover this, but not entirely surprised. Africa is not the only omission (Central Asia and Australia are also missing), but it is the most conspicuous, and it casts doubt on the initiative’s stated aim of challenging “Western-centric” views. How can such a large and dynamic part of the world remain invisible—must it remain invisible—in the midst of this rapidly shifting institutional landscape? Given the efflorescence of exciting new initiatives in Africa, doesn’t a map that leaves most of the continent out start to look rather retrogressive?
Many reasons for the exclusion of most of Africa from this and other “global” initiatives are not difficult to divine. They are connected with the motivations of banks and bankers, and, by extension, wealthy patrons, collectors, and dealers, whose relationships to the museum world have always been shaped by broader economic trends. We have already grown accustomed to the idea of a Guggenheim Abu Dhabi (or, closer to home, the BMW Guggenheim Lab). Money from the Middle East, Southeast Asia, and more recently, a handful of countries in North Africa has created new flows, deepening collections in European and North American museums for some time. And no one, at least not anyone with any practical experience of fundraising, is going to criticize a museum or other arts institution for adapting its agendas, un tant soit peu, to fit those of its financial backers.
Yet the concentrations of wealth that are connected with both museum boards and the high-ticket art sales that the art market chases—and that are associated, precisely, with a Swiss bank’s clients—are few and far between in Africa. South of the Sahara, they can be found with critical mass primarily in South Africa, Angola, DRC, and Nigeria, where they remain closely tied to the oil, diamond, and other mining industries and, in South Africa in particular, the power of white elites. It seems a safe assumption that no American museum would be content to forge a “global” partnership with African artists, curators, and institutions that was brokered exclusively by white South Africans, or that showcased work by white South African artists—although some have come perilously close. We recognize just how difficult these negotiations are. But surely these are the very negotiations that those wanting to cultivate “global art” as a category should be embracing rather than shying from?
This brings us to a second point. Rather than simply lamenting the conservatism of the museum world, or throwing up our hands at the narrowness of vision exemplified by programming that moves in lockstep with “global” capital, we would, above all, urge our colleagues at the Guggenheim and elsewhere in the American museum world to consider the opportunities they are losing when they leave most of Africa off their map, and to reflect more seriously on whether, and where, art institutions have room to challenge the status quo.
When one considers the contemporary art scene in Africa, the lost opportunities are extraordinary. In our own recent writing about art institutions on the continent, which has focused on photography, we have underscored the intensity of the creative scenes in many African cities, where, thanks to the inspired efforts of a rising generation of artists and activist curators, new institutions and initiatives are popping up daily. If one sticks to photography as a test case, there is a richness and diversity of events, projects, and platforms emerging that cannot be confined to a single city or country. Beyond Bamako, whose photography biennial has been a growing favorite with European curators since 1994, Harare and Cape Town both host exciting annual photography festivals. Dakar and Abidjan have both been important hubs for more transitory, but no less important, activity. Most recently, Addis Foto Fest, in Addis Ababa, has been added to the roster of influential gatherings, where photographers, artists, and curators meet to enter into precisely the kind of transnational and cross-cultural dialogue that the Guggenheim initiative, and others like it, want to invite. Cairo, Johannesburg, and Algiers are characterized by their own varied and thriving art scenes, which include inventive photographic scenes. In a moment that valorizes flow and the expansion of transnational networks, the interconnectedness of these cities with others on the continent is particularly crucial to note. This is one of many reasons for not subscribing to the North Africa/sub-Saharan Africa fracture, a legacy of both European colonization and racial ideologies. Linked to Algiers, through a series of artist-led exchanges, is Lubumbashi, where a promising photography festival has established itself.
It is instructive to contrast the Guggenheim’s approach with that of another recent initiative, which has placed a premium on African inclusion. In October of last year, a Nigerian bank, Guaranty Trust Bank, entered into an intriguing partnership with Tate Modern, which has created, and funded, a curatorial post (Curator International Art), a comprehensive acquisitions remit, and related programming dedicated entirely to increasing the presence of contemporary African art in that museum. Like Guggenheim/UBS Wealth Management, the Tate Modern/Guaranty Trust partnership has been imagined on a model of institutional networking and “knowledge exchange,” which is now very fashionable. Significant in the case of Tate was the appointment of a new curator (Curator International Art), who, according to the press release, will work not only to bring African art into Tate’s galleries in London, but also to “to broaden Tate’s international reach in Africa.” It is too soon to tell what will come of this initiative. But we find it promising that the new curator, Elvira Dyangani Ose, has focused on artists’ collectives—an increasingly hot topic that is, in fact, directly relevant to Africa, as Holland Cotter underscored in an article that appeared in the Times on Sunday (April 15, 2012). Indeed, Dyangani is the artistic director of the 2012 edition of the above-mentioned festival in Lubumbashi, where collectives have played an extremely significant role. Not only have collectives been of immense historic importance on the continent, but a new generation of artists is privileging the collective in order to ask its own questions about mapping, or re-mapping, the terrain of “global art” in the 21st century from a unique vantage point.
What we admire about so many of these initiatives that we and our colleagues are following in Africa is precisely that they have taken it upon themselves to analyze, query, and challenge “Western-centric” views of art practice and art history. Beyond this, they are challenging all of us to think more carefully about what is lost when the term “global” is selectively deployed to refer to the movement of capital rather than of creative energy or ideas. To miss out on the energy, and ideas, that are swirling around these initiatives in Africa, in a program that announces itself under the banner of breaking down barriers and expanding knowledge, would be at best a provincial move.
* The authors are writers, researchers, and independent curators who collaborate on projects with artists, photographers, and related institutions in Africa.

from Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art by Scott McCloud
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I Love My Job, But It Made Me Poorer [Huffington Post]
JD Samson writing about being a (financially) struggling artist, even with name recognition.
I get her point, and I do think it sucks that because of irregular income, artists have difficulty with basic needs like health insurance.
What I really appreciate about this, though, is that she acknowledges “hey, I fucked myself over in some ways trying to keep up appearances.” It’s really humbling to admit that kind of thing - that you overspent yourself into a corner on some bullshit to look like you have more than you do - but it’s also not uncommon.
I understand that someone might have a knee-jerk reaction of “Whatever, JD, you’re too privileged for me to give a shit about your problems.” Hell, that’s part of my reaction to this piece, because it’s an individual’s responsibility to figure out that hey, maybe I’ll be an artist for decades and be able to support myself exclusively on that income, but most likely I’ll have to have a ton of backup plans. (I say this as someone who, a longlonglong time ago, was a working artist for like five minutes, who never made nearly enough to live off of artsy income, and ended up doing tons of other stuff to make rent.) But I like that this was written; I think it’s the kind of thing that young artists should read when they’re thinking about their future trajectories.
You can’t predict a damn thing, is my point. Art’s not just about hustling in the art world; it should demand hustling in as many arenas as possible. Capitalism’s not going anywhere anytime soon, and it’s a fact of life that artists have an obligation to learn how to operate within a capitalist economy, real talk.
Langston Hughes, September 1966: “Since most Negro writers from Chesnutt to Leroi Jones have found it hard to make a literary living, or to derive from other labor sufficient funds to sustain creative leisure, their individual output has of necessity often been limited in quantity, and sometimes in depth and quality as well - since Negroes seldom have time to loaf and invite their souls. When a man or woman must teach all day in a crowded school, or type in an office, or write news stories, read proofs and help edit a newspaper, creative prose does not always flow brilliantly or freely at night, or during that early morning hour torn from sleep before leaving for work. Yet some people ask, “Why aren’t there more Negro writers?” Or, “Why doesn’t Owen Dodson produce more books?” Or “how come So-and-So takes so long to complete his second novel”? I can tell you why. So-and-So hasn’t got the money. Unlike most promising white writers, he has never sold a single word to motion pictures, television or radio. He has never been asked to write a single well-playing soap commercial. He is not in touch with the peripheral sources of literary income that enable others more fortunate to take a year off and go somewhere and write.”
Parts bolded by me, as a reminder of the conflict between “working on one’s art” and “living in the world.” Virginia Woolf’s “room of one’s own” idea is great, but what resources are required to attain said room in the first place? What sacrifices must be completed in order to sustain access to that room? Most importantly, how often does one get to retreat there to do creative work? All important questions that remain relevant now.
blax·ploi·ta·tion
A genre of American film of the 1970s featuring African-American actors in lead roles and often having antiestablishment plots, frequently criticized for stereotypical characterization and glorification of violence.Gordon Parks described his blaxploitation projects as “a picture people go to see because they want to see the black guy winning.” Being a late 80’s baby, I always found it quite difficult to understand the Black community’s attraction to blaxploitation films let alone the term. But growing as a Black artist has allowed me to look back at this once popular art form with a third eye.
As I watch clips, and do a bit of reading on the subject, I try to place myself as a viewer in that era. Often times when I hear my elders speak on the media of their day, they mention that they were just excited to see ANY Black people on television. But the characters of blaxploitation films weren’t just another Black face. They were heros and heroines. Fighting for justice and in some cases sticking it to “The Man”.
Foxy Brown was “a chick with drive who don’t take no jive” who sometimes used her sex appeal as a way to get closer to her enemies and make them her victims. Critics may find the nudity unnecessary and tasteless; even pornographic. But let’s compare it to films/videos we have today that consistently flood our screens with arbitrary and tactless skin that does nothing to contribute to any plot or direction, for ratings and sales. That, to any artist of pride or integrity, is the real exploitation. In the past I believe that we allowed the arts and media to get away with certain things, given the circumstances of the times. But as time moves forward, so should we.
This is the first of possibly many installments looking back at when artists with a purpose were actually the most mainstream and not the other way around.blax·ploi·ta·tion
- Dex R. Jones
Photo by Dexter R. Jones
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Looks like a pump, feels like a wingtip.
