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In contrast, the room next door was brightly painted, sported a purple and green carpet and was decorated with small, drawing room-style chairs. On one wall hung a series of medium-sized Robert Hodgins' paintings. And opposite, all on the same wall, a relatively large William Kentridge print, a similar-sized Johann Louw drawing and small collaborative prints between Zwelethu Mthethwa and Nghlengethwa that I had never seen before. During the course of the interview, I asked the doctor to point out one work that he would like to discuss; one which for him held special significance. This had become one of my standard question to buyers and, as was the case with every one of them, the doctor had to give it serious and considerable thought. Eventually, he led me to the other side of the house past a series of bedrooms to the main bedroom at the end of a corridor. Along the way we passed early Johannes Phokelas, Santu Mofokengs, and a remarkable, signature Joachim Shonefeldt wood and paint piece that the doctor had commissioned from the artist depicting his mother's grave and his childhood home. But the doctor pointed to the piece right above the bed and explained: This work by Nhlanhla [Xaba], he was a very visionary artist; he was kind of before his time. I bought it some seven years ago, it was during the height of the genocide in Rwanda, and I was so touched. This is a river, full of ... you don't see the river actually it is corpses in the reeds and even the refugees that are running away from the genocide. And you can see there is nothing growing here; it is all scorched earth. And these are the little kids trying to run away. And these were unfortunate; they were not able to make it; they died. And this is a messenger of death; it is a person who has been decapitated; no head. And these were the ones who were able to, who were fortunate to cross over, and it is a passage. And after that Nhlanhla died in a fire, he died in his studio in Newtown, and it was so -.And it is in my bedroom: I think about life and I think about the transition and how easy it is to move from a point of comfort to nowhere; and the recent xenophobic attacks in South Africa reminded me so much of this painting. It is clear from the doctor's own description of the work that he finds it eternally moving and evocative despite having bought it some time ago. He feels a very strong connection to the artist, who had been a friend of his, and equally so to the subject matter depicted. At first sight and for the briefest of seconds the work appears abstract and pleasantly colorful. It is a medium-sized oil painting, yet he never mentioned this fact, nor the fact that it is brightly colored and painted in a loose, expressionist style. For him this piece, and many others that we discussed, were first and foremost important as texts reflecting his thoughts, or his life, or his beliefs. His was an interest in content rather than form. Asked why he bought art, he replied that it served two purposes: for "embellishing" his house and, more importantly, for a "spiritual" purpose. The work that the journalist decided to foreground as one to discuss specifically for the interview was the first work she bought and hung in her study above her writing table. Her chosen work was a medium sized (about 1m by 1,2m) charcoal drawing depicting the face of a woman in extreme close up, where the whole picture-frame consists of the upper part of her face (eyes and nose only), with the words ‘Good Vision Should be Maintained' written at the bottom quarter of the canvas in large font. It is a work by South African artist Mark Hipper who recently passed away (http://www.artthrob.co.za/News/Artist-Mark-Hipper-dies-at-49-by-Rat-Western-on-17-August.aspx). She explained: It just always makes me think. I just love that phrase: ‘Good vision should be maintained', it is such a strange term. I often think about it, because if you take it un-ironically, I totally agree, firstly literally, you know, you need good vision, you need to see, you know, especially if you like art, but then there is also good vision needs to be maintained, like you have to maintain a good vision in this world, but then there is the irony as well as the fascism of the statement, you know it is a fascist statement as well, because what is good vision? It is like, moralistic and it could be pure fascism, like good vision should be maintained, it could be nationalistic. And then she is wearing glasses, I love ... that is another theme that I am into, spectacles, because I love that whole idea about vision and refracted vision. Another buyer explained to me that he found himself only interested in buying works on paper - which he mused might be connected to his profession as writer. He described in detail how he could still, after years of having acquired certain pieces, place a chair in front of a work and just stare at it, "the way one listens to music". A comparable experience was related by a young, art-buying advertising executive who remarked: "when I bought this piece [a Conrad Botes] I could just sit there for hours and just stare at it, it is amazing". The writer's art collecting philosophy was that a work has to be jarring and ‘difficult' initially for it to sustain its spell over the collector throughout a lifetime. A similar sentiment emerged in conversations with other buyers who often mentioned that when one buys an ‘easy' work, one risks getting bored with it.
Echoing some of Bal's ‘collecting' theories, the writer I interviewed quoted Roland Barthes to explain that the buyer of art picks up the process of art-making where the artists left off to ‘kyk dit klaar' (to complete the work by looking at it). For him this is an active process, a responsibility even, that the buyer takes on. The meaning, he went on to explain, that the buyer then ascribes to the work might not be the definitive meaning, but will always be a valid meaning, since the status of the work changed when it become part of the owner's collection. In this way the buyer-looker is tremendously empowered to be part of the process begun by the artists.
I came across many other art works in private or office spaces during my fieldwork period. In gallerist Linda Givon's house, for example, is a display of all manner of art objects, hung in salon-style from floor to ceiling. She pointed to them in relation to biographical information and as markers of specific times or events in her life, as others might page through photo albums. Many of the works in her office, where we had our discussion, were small sketches that told the narrative of political struggle during the years when she was one of the few gallerists to show work by black artists locally and abroad. These were gifts, or pieces that she had specifically bought. Should one look for Powell's re-conceptualised or re-contextualised history of this country, Givon's study, bedroom, sitting room, and kitchen would provide ample material. Perhaps it is appropriate that Linda Givon has the final word: as one of South Africa's leading gallerists, and as an avid personal collector, she stands at the nexus between public and private ownership and consumption. She is well placed to pronounce on the collecting of art within the very particular context of early twenty first century South Africa. Significantly though, many other people that I interviewed expressed similar sentiments. For Givon it is the duty of the private sector to buy art at this time and so treasure national heritage. As a student of history of art, one becomes used to this role being performed by the state of the day, and so, at first it was defamiliarising for me to see well known art works, and works by well known artists inside the thoroughly domestic environments that constituted the homes of the collectors I interviewed. For instance, an exemplary jolt was produced by my encounter with a black and white Andrew Tshabangu photograph of two black figures standing in the mist by a grave site, hanging above a rose-coloured, marble counter-top in a kitchen next to the toaster.
Nevertheless, at a time and in a country where national museums are given miniscule acquisition budgets, the job of archiving the present through art is primarily taking place within the private spaces of people's homes - and not only those of "elitist yuppies". What results is a dynamic process whereby the private versions of the self reflected in the choices and series formulated by individual collectors, is also a curated version of the memory of our present. Editors' note on choice of visual material |
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