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Extracts from Footnotes for the Panther, Conversations between William Kentridge and Denis Hirson. Kentridge, William and Denis Hirson. Johannesburg, Fourth Wall. 2017.
DH: Could you say something about how it was that you came to work in charcoal?
WK: There are different answers. The short answer, or the first answer, is: I remember being young and going to children’s art lessons when I was eight or nine. And during the first lesson the teacher asked me, “What do you like?” and I had no idea what to answer so I said, “Landscapes.” And she said to me, “How do you want to do them?” Again I cast around, I didn’t know what to say. I said, “Charcoal!” So during the first lesson there I was drawing a charcoal landscape without a clue about A or B.
My grandfather had given me a book when I was young – so maybe I am ten and not eight when I am doing this – called Great Landscapes, which had Hobbema on the cover and landscapes by Courbet, Constable and others. That is one answer to “Why charcoal?”
The second answer is fifteen years later, when I’m an art student, and I came to charcoal because I was such a failure at painting. I tried and was being taught oil painting. To be an artist was to paint with oil paint on canvas. If you read all the books on art they have that as the primary activity you should be doing. And I just couldn’t do it, in the sense that my criterion for asking whether a painting worked wasn’t to say, “Does it look nice? How does it look?”
If you are worried about what something looks like then that’s a good reason not to be doing it. Whereas when I started with drawing, it wasn’t, “What does it look like?” It was about “What are the ideas that come through it? How flexible can it be?” It was a whole different activity. When the drawings were finished I sometimes liked the look of the drawing, sometimes I wouldn’t, but that wasn’t the mantra going through my head. So in a sense I was rescued by my failure in oil painting to start charcoal drawing.
Conversation 1, Jeu de Paume, Paris, 29 June 2010 pp 19-20
DH: Here is a quote by Henri Michaux talking about Paul Klee. He said that before Klee, no-one had ever before let a line dream. How do you respond to that?
WK: Well, we know that Klee talks about “taking a line for a walk”. And what Michaux understood was that it was not about you taking a line for a walk but allowing and hoping that the line would take you for a walk. The line is going to lead you – it is going to be the dog that is pulling you on the leash.
I think there were artists before Paul Klee who did that, but it’s the right inversion of the hope of what a line will be. And it’s an important one as what it brings out very clearly is the way in which a drawing functions as a membrane between oneself and the world, an inner life and the outside world.
If you think of all drawings, or look at a projection, whatever it is, you are doing two things. You have a representation of the outside world – an object or a line or a shape, either on a screen or on a piece of paper, which is something external, outside of yourself. But then on to that you project the act of recognition, of looking and seeing, which is where you meet the outside world.
Let’s say there will be five black shapes, or a series of dark and light shapes, on a screen and through the act of looking we recognise that this is a rhinoceros, this is a horse, this is whatever it is. That has to do with what we know of the world of horses, of rhinoceroses, of landscapes that are inside us, that come out and meet the world halfway.
Allowing a line to dream means acknowledging that it is one thing to draw a line, something objective that appears on a piece of paper. But that line also provokes in you a set of reflections which then get projected on to the sheet of paper and lead you to say: Look at the drawing of a horse.
You don’t say: Look at these odd lines across a sheet of paper. You may say: Look at these marks on paper that might resemble a horse. But usually you will do both things. You will know this is just a set of charcoal marks on a sheet of paper, but it is a horse. There is horseness inside of yourself when you look at that image.
DH: What you are saying makes me think of the activity of writing. But as I listen to you I am both here in Paris in 2010, and thinking back to apartheid South Africa. There was such incredible pressure at the time on anybody who was engaged in artistic activity, and was so inclined, to focus on a certain number of Issues with a capital I: political issues.
This idea that the line might be taking you for a walk, that the materials might be taking you, that chance might be the key element in creativity, is something that was difficult to locate in the South African air all those years ago.
But, just to contradict myself, here is Nadine Gordimer quoting Proust. He says: “[T]he artist must at all times follow his instinct, which makes art the most real thing, the most austere school in life and the last true judgment.” For Gordimer, too, there was this primacy of the creative act beyond the sense of political necessity. Did you feel that early on? Did you feel in conflict with other people who were bowing to the current pressures?
WK: Well, the trajectory for making images began for me as a student, very much involved in political unrest and an understanding of the situation at the time. There was a period of several years which, in terms of the theatre-making I was involved with and the drawings and the images, was very much about: What are the images that need to be made, which is the slogan that needs to be followed? What do other people think? What does the working class need to be told? How much will a trade-union shop steward understand?
One of the reasons I came to Paris to study theatre was that it became increasingly impossible and difficult for me to work within that paradigm. Not so much because I found it fundamentally false, but because I felt that I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t say: What did a trade union need to do? What would a worker in a factory understand or not? It became an extraordinarily paternalistic way of thinking on behalf of someone else.
When I came back to drawing three years later, it was on the basis that it had to make sense only to me. The line would tell me what it wanted and I would follow that, and the hope was in the end that it wouldn’t be entirely solipsistic: it would be of interest to me, but other people would also find a way of looking at it. But that became part of the long haul, of spending year after year making drawings and making images, there had to be a way of trying to make it half of someone else’s imagination which one could never predict, and work from myself outwards.
Conversation 1, Jeu de Paume, Paris, 29 June 2010 pp. 20-24
DH: In the ’80s or even earlier than that, many of the images you produced were theatrical. This seems to be a thread in your life – the Junction Avenue Theatre Company in Johannesburg, the Jacques Lecoq Theatre School, all the way up to what you are doing now. When did this leaning towards theatricality start for you?
WK: The start of theatre? The start of the theatricality? It doesn’t go back quite as far as saying, “I’ll draw with charcoal” as a child, but it goes back almost that far.
I don’t know if you had speech training as a child? There was this provincial fear of parents that their children so far from England would speak with a heavy South African accent. So I, like many children, was told you must not say, “Bright-eyed rider riding on a bicycle” [he uses flat, heavy South African vowels] but “Bright-eyed rider riding on a bicycle, bicycle and tricycle turned into an icicle” [he uses exaggeratedly round colonial vowels].
This speech training was done, it is interesting to note, by either the sister or the niece of Samuel Beckett. And one of the things she would do as part of elocution lessons was to get us to do plays. One of the first pieces of theatre I was involved in was one of these ridiculous pieces based around the pronunciation of one’s vowels – the fetishism of English vowels in the colonies! Which of course also had to do with class.
My mother thought it was lower-class to have bad vowels – it was like not brushing your teeth. So that, I suppose, was one introduction to theatre, and I continued acting in high school and at university, acting in Jarry’s play Ubu Roi, and then working in a group making theatre. At that stage there were very much two distinct activities: there was the activity of making drawings and there was the activity of making theatre, and the two coalesced only as I was being called on to always design the damn poster for the theatre production.
I came to Paris to study theatre, where it became very clear I should not become an actor, and then came back to this activity many years later, not expecting to but finding myself working in theatre. There is a way of seeing theatre as a miniature world, as a sort of small controlled space, the way a ship is a metaphor for a house. One thinks of big sailing adventures but ships are about safety and small domesticity. The stage is also a way of controlling the world.
Conversation 1, Jeu de Paume, Paris, 29 June 2010 pp 27-28
DH: Does the word ‘revenge’ also perhaps suggest that you were angry not only with yourself but also with the powers that led you to grow up in this alien landscape, that brought you to this gap between the tradition you grew up with and the landscape you lived in?
WK: I am trying to think back to the time when I started to draw landscapes in the late 1980s. At this point, South African landscape painting, which is quite a conservative tradition, is still enormous.
At all the auction sales, what is for sale 90% of the time are South African landscape paintings, which are landscapes without people, I mean the traditional landscapes. What they show is pure nature. In the history of landscape painting there is early work showing signs of conquest, and when the conquest is complete, taking those who have been vanquished out, the landscape is turned back into pure nature.
In the 1980s there is still a sense of landscape as one of the main forms of art-making in South Africa. On the one hand, that form is epitomised by the big painting in my grandparents’ dining room by Tinus de Jongh, (*2) which had mountains in the background and big trees in the foreground, a stream right in the foreground and bits of light coming through the trees and looking very wet with reflections on the stream in the front.
There was that painting to work against; in a sense, saying, that is not the landscape I am aware of around Johannesburg. It’s revenge in the sense that something completely attracted me to that huge painting which I saw every Friday night all through my childhood. When I think of landscape painting, that particular painting still comes to my head.
For me, it was also an important painting because it’s the first one I was able to study, and did study with a kind of fascination. It was a tree and through the leaves you could see there was a mountain behind it, but when you go up to the painting of course all you see is brown paint and on top of the brown paint is a light yellow. You read the light yellow as a mountain in the distance way behind the tree, you see the river as wet, and when you go up close you see there are light blue horizontal stripes painted on top of the brown pebbles of the water and you transform that into the idea of ripples and water.
That sense of transformation of material into light and into the illusion of a living world completely fascinated me as a three-year-old, a four-year-old, when that sense of the painting as a picture disappeared and it would come back to being what it was. The drawings I did were not letting themselves be that kind of landscape, while being sorry in a way that they couldn’t be, that one cannot do a Courbet landscape any more.
I think that anger, though, is an important part of art-making. It’s complicated because it’s a performance of anger, in that you remember how angry you were, it has more to do with the heating inside. And to make the work one needs to somehow recreate that heat inside.
That might mean striding around the studio, round and round until there is the energy to attack the paper, for the first marks to go really quickly and hard and hope to start the conversation with what’s coming out on the paper (and for me generally the first marks are done hard and fast to very quickly not have it as a clean sheet of paper any more) … it might mean using a cloth which has been dipped in charcoal dust and is rubbed over so it becomes a murky uneven grey surface, or using fat charcoal, drawing points of geography across the shape very quickly, mapping the drawing.
I think the real start of my drawing had to do with allowing myself to work in that way. Not after careful consideration, not preparing a composition in advance.
DH: Coming back to the emotion for a minute, was there a sense that you were being brought up in an unlovely landscape? Why were you given this?
WK: Yes. It was exemplified by this series of disastrous family picnics that would happen in the Magaliesberg, whenever we went, which would start with us getting lost, and a big argument between my parents about which way we should go.
They’d once found somewhere beautiful, there’d once been a Shangri-La somewhere in the Magaliesberg, but it would often end either with us sitting at a culvert under a bridge pretending that that was a generous stream, the trickle of water going through either some friend’s farm or just at the side of the road, or literally sitting at the side of the road, between the edge of the road and the barbed-wire fence four metres in, having our picnic there and then wondering how we were going to find the route back to Johannesburg.
When I was six, my parents took us on a trip to Italy and we had six weeks in an Italian seaside town, which was the opposite. It was a calm sea, it wasn’t a sea that was going to kill you the way that South African seas were going to kill you. We could wander out on our own. There was a very different sense of what it meant to be in a civic space, a mixture of a civic space and nature.
Of course when one goes through Johannesburg every day one thinks, God, this is ugly, some of it. The mixture of bad design, bad building and things done on the cheap without thought and planning. In some places that makes for interesting local colour. In Orange Grove and along the Louis Botha strip it just makes for the death of a sense of the city.
Conversation 2 Le Grand Bleu restaurant, Paris, 21 October 2010 pp. 54-57
DH: I was thinking about Woyzeck and Faustus and Ubu and wondering: Is this William bringing a European narrative to Africa and transforming it for the needs of a South African narrative? Do you see it that way?
WK: Yes. Woyzeck started off with the South African location, the characters were South African street characters who appeared in other films and at the edges of other films and drawings from Johannesburg – and then there was a question of finding a play for them to perform, which turned into Woyzeck on the Highveld.
Faustus in Africa! started with a thematic idea of this pact between the devil and Faustus, which in a way had to do with the negotiations in South Africa between the ANC and the Nationalist government, where the best option that one could have was this pact with the devil. And what were the consequences of that going to be? Which is in fact where we are now in South Africa, looking at a lot of those damaging consequences of the best possible outcome.
I looked for different versions of that story, I read a lot of African versions and European versions and Canadian versions, and in the end came back not to the Marlowe but to the Goethe. And then I was caught, on the one hand wanting the play to have a South African connection – not necessarily directly through South African characters – but also being confronted with the otherness of the German tradition.
It wasn’t as simple as saying, I want to bring this European play and make it accessible to South Africans or even to myself. But I wanted to say, Why does the broad scope of this myth, this metaphor of the pact with the devil, resonate and feel right at this moment? Which isn’t answered. But the non-answering is done through the careful construction of the piece.
As I’ve said, Faustus was done in the era of the negotiations between the Nationalists and the ANC, before the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which then comes into Ubu. And during the negotiations we were being given a very clear choice: you can sacrifice justice in return for knowledge, and if you want all knowledge, this comes at the cost of it being powerless. So as you discover terrible things that people are doing, you relinquish the power to hold them accountable, they get given amnesty and that’s the only way in which you are actually going to discover what actually happened. It became a very clear and emblematic separation of truth and justice.
DH: In the midst of these questions, as concerns your own work, you nonetheless seek a European lens, don’t you?
WK: Yes, I do. I think this is partly a biographical question in the sense that European books were the ones I ended up reading. The Heinemann African Writers Series came quite late – though I suppose not so late – in my life. But apart from that there was a sense of being wary of all those parts of South African life that were non-urbanised, non-Europeanised.
Any idea of Africans as having a tribal tradition and trajectory of culture separated from Europeans seemed to be completely playing into the apartheid image of the separation between races. We have already discussed this.
DH: Yes. But you do have this incredible scene in Woyzeck on the Highveld where the doctor puts the stethoscope to the chests of Woyzeck and himself, listens, and hears two different worlds. In scenes like this one you are recognising difference.
WK: I am recognising that there absolutely are different worlds, but this was a way of saying: well, let me not go and spend months listening to old Bushman creation myths for a start. I thought, no, I don’t want Bushmen to have to be stuck forever in their early creation myths, they have got to be able to join the world as they wish. Which cut me off from a whole extraordinary set of stories and narratives and other ways of understanding the world.
But my break with this kind of material is not as dramatic, not as complete, as I’ve made out. In Faustus there’s a huge section of Ghanaian proverbs, there are a lot of African sculptures that come into both the construction of the puppets and into some of the iconography.
But as for the lens – it would be wrong to say that the big lens and the big questions and the trajectory of philosophical enquiry is not based in Europe, in European Western history. For me the starting-point for all these questions is Plato in the cave, which is a stating of the broad question of Europe in Africa.
Conversation 3 Marian Goodman Gallery, Paris 14 December 2011 pp. 87-90
DH: In a conversation we once had, I can’t remember when, you said that Johannesburg was a ‘provisional landscape’, if one compared the mine dumps to the Alps, for example. I was wondering whether really, to you, any landscape wouldn’t be provisional?
WK: There’s an element of saying, OK, the landscape around Johannesburg is what you’ve got so it’s going to have to suffice while waiting for something better to arrive. Make the most of it, find your one tree somewhere in the Magaliesberg (*1) to have your picnic under. It’s provisional in that sense. There is a grudging acceptance of its inevitability.
DH: Is there also not another sense in which a landscape is provisional because for you it is a décor and ultimately perhaps a theatre décor?
WK: There is a sense in which, temperamentally, in going for a walk in the veld, I always feel I am walking over the veld rather than in the veld; it does feel distanced and other. It’s not like swimming in a swimming pool, where you feel you are in the water, which is a very comfortable element to be in. A hike over the South African landscape feels like an unnatural activity to me.
If I have an hour to walk I realise I will be much happier walking in my studio, stalking the studio, than saying: I’ve got an hour, I am going for a walk in these woods or I am going to walk through this park or I am going to walk through this piece of veld. It’s a bit like riding a horse. When I’m on the horse I know I should not be there. The horse knows it, I know it, and we have a pact to say: All right, let’s just get this over with quickly.
I feel the same in the veld: I should not be there, but we’ll both manage till the end of the walk. As opposed to some people who relax as they start walking in the landscape, they are who they are.
DH: Would it be the same if you were walking in the Alps?
WK: Walking in the Drakensberg it felt completely the same. In the Alps too, I am sure; in the city, not. Two hours walking through the streets of Paris or through the streets of New York feels a completely comfortable activity. I’ve done very little long walking in the countryside.
DH: Going back to my question: is there a way in which all landscapes would be provisional?
WK: I’m not sure ‘provisional’ is the term I would use. In a sense, nature feels like a culture that I’m not reading well. There are people who go down a river and look at the rocks and the mountains all around and read the geology and the kinds of plants and the things that are going on. But however many times I walk through my very beautiful garden, I can’t remember the names of the trees or the plants, so it does become a kind of backdrop. A carefully constructed backdrop often, but a backdrop.
DH: What about when you were drawing the Mont Sainte-Victoire?
WK: No, there I was really drawing Cézanne. My interest in it was through its history of Cézanne and Picasso, primarily Cézanne doing the Mont Sainte-Victoire; and it’s a drawing of the Mont Sainte-Victoire done on old maps of French colonial explorations of the Sahara and also of other terrains.
There is a definite pleasure in transforming what’s in front of you on to a piece of paper. So there’s a pleasure in making a landscape drawing, drawing whatever world there is outside. But a lot of the pleasure comes in the movement of that landscape into the studio.
DH: Transformation. Displacement?
WK: Displacement and reconstruction; making it – from being its own unimaginable other, the rocks and their life – into something that’s appropriated and turned into the small stage of the piece of paper on the table or on the wall in the studio.
You’ve got the drawing of the Mont Sainte-Victoire, you’ve got in a sense the shape of the flat table top and the different angles of the sides of the mountain and the rocks, which when you look at the paper make a reference back to what you see outside, to the mountain. But very early on what’s happening is your projection on to the sheet of paper of another image of the Mont Sainte-Victoire, that one of the Mont Sainte-Victoire by Cézanne, as seen consciously or unconsciously.
DH: You’ve said any number of times that it’s Johannesburg and a certain perimeter around your studio that’s your place. Outside of that, have you ever had the sensation in all your wanderings now, that any other area could be – or has the strength of resonance of – your place?
WK: There are places which through habit, through experience, like the beach in Plettenberg Bay– I’ve been going there for fifty years – have a resonance of familiarity: particular structures of the dunes around that beach and the headland at the end of it. There’s a pleasure in driving from Johannesburg to the coast through the Karoo, as a familiar alien landscape. But I never ever think I’d love to stop and just spend a month in this Karoo landscape walking over those bleak scrub-filled rocky small hills.
Conversation 3 Marian Goodman Gallery, Paris 14 December 2011 pp. 84-87
DH: Yesterday you were listening to this music that has been turning and turning in my mind – from which township was it?
WK: I think it’s Sebokeng, a church brass band in Sebokeng.
DH: I was thinking about your use of music. On the one hand you have Berg and you say it is almost a celebration to move towards appreciating that. Then we have Philip Miller collaborating with you, moving between music which exists and his own experimental work. We have classical European music and then the oomph of a Sunday-morning African brass band. How do you shift between different kinds of music in your thinking about what you are doing?
WK: They are very different. I have spent a long time working on Winterreise, just Schubert, Schubert, Schubert, and finding the points of connection I have with his music. And there is obviously a connection between Mozart, Schubert and Berg, as the trajectory of three Viennese composers. But in a more general sense I’ve taken the central line of Western music.
The brass band of course comes out of Western music, but it is inflected by a lot of African elements. It essentially starts as church music, so it has brought the scales and tonality from a European tradition. But there is something very visceral and immediate, without knowing exactly what is being done musically, that I respond to so strongly in that brass band. I think it has to do with the sense of public, with the sense of a large group activity – different from the formality of a symphony orchestra.
How does one make connections from this garden and house, this suburb of Johannesburg, to a sense of other people in the country in a wider sense? That popular music – the French sense of popular – is for me where one of those points of connection is made. Which has been with me for a long time.
In Woyzeck on the Highveld, in 1992, there is the street singer and accordion player who has been in several other pieces since. There is also a refusal to say one has to listen to one kind of music or the other. Or to say that if you are listening to the one, you can’t really be appreciating the other. So there is that smash of different worlds together. That’s the interest in it.
DH: Can you use a phrase like ‘of the spirit’, can you say something like ‘transcendent Sunday music’ to name the way the Sebokeng township music gets into the bloodstream and approaches the tears of this place?
WK: What is it in those low notes of the tuba that reaches one’s soul so deeply? Because it is not just the notes by themselves. It’s obviously how a note comes after the note before it, before the note after it, the soundtrack of the other people around it; but it reaches a deep point of satisfaction, which is obviously what Berg is completely trying to avoid.
All the composers from the atonal school are trying to avoid the comfort which comes with the resolution of a chord, developing a twelve-tone system to say the world is no longer so amenable. And taking this to mathematical extremes with a rigorous working-out of the twelve-tone system. Whereas with the brass band, musically we are still in a world of hope. We are still in a world of possibility.
One of the ways that manifests, which can become either a cliché or it can still be a representation of a fundamental leaning outwards from oneself, is in moments of that resolution, when a particular note or a particular interval sounds. I think there is a connection to these questions in how one responds to the music. There is part of one which says, No, the world has to be understood to be complicated and without comforting resolution.
But another part of us acknowledges that we very deeply need that possibility of transcendence, or the spirit, or transformation. There is an optimism in the music, even though it is a slow funeral march. It has to do, as you said yesterday in the studio, with the sideways glances, the peripheral hearing, the run-down of the accordion between phrases of the notes, the “I’m still here, I’m still here” of the muted trumpet that you hear halfway through. You are right to ask, What are the parts of the body that respond to these different fragments of the music?
DH: And here perhaps we could name the heart. It does seem to me that there is a deep communal heartbeat in the procession.
WK: It is. It’s the feeling I get whenever I’ve been to an African funeral, and you hear the singing, and you think, For the moment that I die, I wish I was Christian, in this particular Christian tradition, rather than the bleakness. There is something wonderful about the complete bleakness of a Jewish funeral, but you couldn’t think of anything further from that than all the people around the graveside singing in this fantastic voice, the way you hear at some other funerals.
DH: Philip Miller is also plugging in, grafting his music to that source.
WK: Philip is an interesting composer in the sense that he begins less and less by sitting down and writing notes on paper. It almost always starts with either improvising with a particular musician or musicians he likes working with or taking something he has heard – a song from Namibia or something else from the archives, and saying, That’s a beginning, let’s work from that. It’s so different from the advance brigade of European composers. It feels to me a bit like in the art world, where some people say to me they start with a theoretical ground plan and work outwards.
DH: So Berg is of the Europe of a particular time, which is accessible to both you and Philip, more or less at the same vantage point; and from there you both gain yet another pulse, which is African and far away from these suburbs.
WK: Yes. For me, there has always been a sense that a lot of European abstraction and conceptual art and modernist music has to do with the experience of the two world wars in Europe, and what that did to the feeling of the stability of existence of European culture. For us here, those have been incidents in Europe, huge incidents, but they have not been our life here.
This is not a city that was bombed and had one existence that was obliterated. It is not as if we had a sense here that politics was tired and exhausted – we have a sense that it is the beginning of possibility. And I think that makes for a difference in attitude, for me, towards certain forms of abstraction and certain ways of thinking about atonality as the only solution for music.
It used to be, Oh, you are just a reactionary sentimentalist if you can listen to familiar, unchallenging harmonies. But I don’t have to have that particular sensibility, and still feel what I feel. At the same time I understand what atonal music does and what its challenges are, the way in which it does describe the world in a certain harsh way.
Conversation 8 The Kentridge home, Houghton, Johannesburg 22 August 2014 pp. 228-233
DH: I was reading through “Peripheral thinking” and wondering about a younger audience having to deal with this chaos you create by flinging dispersed images into the periphery of the lecture, then a sense of rushing, then you make connections, then you say, Oh, there was perhaps something of the order of a centre, I will just glance back, but no, I think I will just go on and find another image, further out …
WK: I know, I was astonished. This lecture was first given to a group of people in Cape Town who were mainly design people, so they were from the advertising industry, industrial design, artists, branding people. And I thought, Well, I really don’t know how any of them are going to connect to this. And there was an interest, but there was a much stronger interest when I sent a text for the lecture to the exhibition hosts in Mexico to say, Is this really going to make any sense to an audience there? And they said, It will make so much sense to an audience here.
In Brussels I said to them, Do you understand? They could have had a concert but they chose not to have a concert for this event. They chose this lecture, not about Brussels, not even about South Africa, but about mangoes. And they said, No, we absolutely want it, that’s going to be a great lecture, there are 700 art students arriving on Tuesday among the 1 300 in the crowd to hear this lecture. And I was astonished. I thought, Well, why would anybody else have an interest in these strange things?
At some point I feel, Well, this is what the lecture is, I won’t feel insulted if you say, I know that’s your lecture, but really it has nothing to do with us and it has nothing to do with what we are doing. So you’d have to ask them, Why are they interested in this lecture?
DH: How would you answer that question?
WK: From what people have said, I think what they find encouraging, for example, is a description of a way one can work in the studio as a description of the way one can work anywhere: of starting without complete clarity and having the confidence to say, That shouldn’t lead to paralysis; accepting the possibility that, apart from the way in which one’s understanding constructs it, the work has this being. Once one can accept that, then stridency is taken out of the work. And that’s my experience, that stridency is not good for truth. The louder the voice, the more strident, the less the openness is for a connection.
Conversation 9 586 Keizersgracht, Amsterdam 9 May 2015 pp. 250-252
WK: Drawing West Park Cemetery [for Other Faces] was in a sense giving a burial to my mother who will die in England and be cremated and not buried the way our family used to be buried in West Park Cemetery in Johannesburg. It’s an elegy for the end of the family in Johannesburg, while all the other members of the family who’d stayed in Johannesburg have their natural home in West Park Cemetery. It was made four years ago. I did not think that she would be alive at the end of the making of the film, let alone now, four years on down the track, even though she has stayed in the same condition.
DH: Does this also bring you to thoughts of mortality for yourself?
WK: No, I don’t think so. As Woody Allen says, “Today I turned sixty, it’s terrible, a third of my life is now over.” It still seems there’s lots more to be done. No, in the absence of any real threat of mortality, one can be very blasé and say, Well, death will come when it comes. But I would imagine if somebody said, OK, I must tell you that tomorrow he is going to meet you at three in the afternoon, it would be a very different circumstance. No, it feels very much more about parental mortality for me, in that film.
DH: Which in turn brings you as the father of relatively young children, and now a grandfather, to a vital age, generating the work that you’re generating.
WK: In terms of turning sixty, having a grandchild, it feels appropriate to be sixty. But I think that I go with you, that sixty- four will feel more significant, or some other multiple.
DH: I was thinking how surprising it was that a group of four young gentlemen in the ’60s in England could shift a boundary in one’s thinking about age.
WK: I didn’t think it would be possible for us to live past 1984, because after Orwell chose that as his title, one was always waiting to see if he was right, that was what the world was like. Then 1984 came and went and the world still went on, and in some ways he was right and in other ways he was completely wrong. But sixty-four is a little bit like that.
DH: I have to say that these thoughts come out of the fact that you mentioned your birthday, but absolutely not out of looking at your work, neither what’s on exhibition here nor the way that you’re working on Lulu.
WK: There’s the shock – I don’t know if you’re finding the same thing – that in Johannesburg a lot of my friends are talking about either dreading or looking forward to retirement, and that seems inconceivable to me.
DH: What could it possibly mean, ‘retirement’? I don’t understand it.
WK: For me it means … what it does it mean? That you discount what you’ve done for the last forty years, that you’re simply waiting, marking time to get to sixty-five for your life to begin when you retire?
I think: Well, all right, we’ll just say All right, let me stop this pressure, I’m not going to be doing big operas, I’m not going to be doing films.
I think: I can’t just sit quietly and read, within two weeks I’d shoot myself, I’m sure. I couldn’t be in the studio and say, All right, I’m content just to go on and do these quiet drawings – there’d immediately be projects that start to bubble.
DH: Well, you were saying that 2016 was going to be a year of . . .
WK: . . . of reflection and reading.
DH: Yes, is that pure fiction?
WK: No, it needs to be a time to allow new projects to gestate in a different way: to think about a new Soho film slowly, to allow myself hours during the morning to read without feeling guilty. If I do that now I feel guilty, I should be at work in the studio making things.
DH: So, pregnancy at sixty.
WK: Yes, and a lot of things to do: to go back to some of the notebooks and say, Here are the projects which there was never time to do. Which are the ones which may or may not be interesting still? Also to allow the project, if there is a project that emerges, to have its time to gestate slowly. And I may find at the end that No, the only way for the project to work is to gestate quickly, in a pressure cooker. A slow incubation may be a disaster.
Conversation 10 The restaurant of the EYE Film Institute, Amsterdam 9 May 2015 pp. 281-284
Extracts from Footnotes for the Panther, Conversations between William Kentridge and Denis Hirson. Kentridge, William and Denis Hirson. Johannesburg, Fourth Wall. 2017. .
Introductory essay toWilliam Kentridge, book prepared on the occasion of the exhibition William Kentridge at the Castello di Rivoli Museo d’Arte Contemporanea, Rivoli-Turin, 10 January to 29 February 2004; K20 K21 Kunstsammlung Nordrhein Westfalen, Düsseldorf, 27 March to 31 May 2004; Museum of Contemporary Art Sydney, 1 September to 28 November 2004; Musée d’Art Contemporain de Montréal, Montreal, 10 February to 23 April 2005; Johannesburg Art Gallery, Johannesburg, 1 July to 31 October 2005. Published here with minor revisions.
In 1997 I asked William Kentridge to comment Theodor Adorno’s assertion of 1949 that, after Auschwitz, it would be barbaric to write poetry.[1] He replied: “Alas there is lyric poetry. ‘Alas’, because of the dulling of sensibilities we must have in order to make that writing or reading possible. But of course, also, thank goodness that such poetry can still be read. The dulling of memory is both a failure and a blessing.”
Kentridge often uses the word “dulling” to indicate a state of insensibility towards what should be, or could be, intensely and “authentically” experienced. His creative impulse stems from exploring the effects of that “dulling”.
Just as Kentridge sees “dulling” as a two-sided coin – the “alas” but “thank goodness” for poetry – the world of drawing itself is for Kentridge also a double-sided practice. For Kentridge it comprises both of intentionality and chance, making marks and erasing them, revealing how vision is constructed while encouraging the loss of oneself in the fiction he stages.
There is an atmosphere of deep sadness, a sense of loss, and an acute sensibility to pain in much of his art, and yet there is also humour, an appreciation of pleasure, weakness and whim. His work also expresses a healthy sense of self-doubt, of constantly falling short of an ideal.[2]
From a feminist perspective, the self he projects is that of an almost perfect man of the future: shying away from any form of grand scheme, he keeps masculine power and the patriarchal gaze in constant check. He welcomes imperfection, failures, shadows, oblique glances rather than direct views, provisional moments of beauty rather than attempts at grand accomplishments. This attitude runs parallel to his artistic practice itself: he is a truly experimental artist, but prefers not to be an innovator. His interests are broad, and the techniques he employs to make his works vary from charcoal on paper to chalk drawings onto the landscape, from shadow puppetry to etchings, from 16 or 35 millimeter film to digital video, from torn paper figures directly applied to walls to traditional tapestries and bronze sculptures (based on his son’s broken Rambo-esque plastic dolls), from live-action film to reversed film based on drawings made by ants crawling over sugar poured onto paper in his studio. Yet, for all this variety and openness to experiment, he does not value innovative practice, per se, nor art-historical breakthroughs in style or technique, preferring the realm of obsolescence[3]. In sum, he defects from rather than enlists in the vanguard.
When Adorno made his famous statement, it seemed impossible to render the horrors of the Holocaust through the mediation of language, as well as ethically unjust to create an aesthetic experience out of such brutal real-life events. In the face of the nightmare, witnessed directly or indirectly, through personal testimonies, documentary footage and photographs, silence and mute stupor seemed the only viable and appropriate responses. This ushered in the philosophy of Existentialism and a generation of abstract artists associated with European Art Informel, or American Abstract Expressionism and Action Painting. The artist’s gesture became synonymous with gaining a sense of absolute presence, of identification between self and world as the only tenable mode of existence. Franz Kline’s large-scale black and white gestures, Jackson Pollock’s drip paintings, Jean Dubuffet’s Art Brut, Wols’ tentative and intimate marks and graffiti, or Alberto Burri’s torn and sutured sacking, were examples of this response to the overwhelming nature of historical events.
In Western art, this attitude marked the decline of figuration and Expressionism, as well as of the satirical and oppositional art of the pre-war years, such as that of Max Beckmann, Hannah Höch, or George Grosz. Advanced artists felt that a direct representation of concentration camp scenes – barbed wire, striped camp uniforms, brutal guards, watchtowers, etc.- ran the risk of banalising the horror into into predictable and over-explicit images and spectacle. By abstracting that representation, art, it seemed, became more universal, and therefore more true. Furthermore, figurative art was identified with pre-war ‘arts of power’, such as Italian Novecento, or post-war Social Realism.
A notion of authenticity, already present in post-war abstraction, continued to be central to art throughout the 1960s in Europe and America. And even Pop art, which questioned the notion of avant-garde ‘originality’, could not adopt traditional, mimetic representation. Figuration could be used only in so far as the image was already a ‘sign’ in and of itself prior to the artist’s appropriation of it, in the form of billboards, posters and magazine advertisements. In Minimalism, Land Art and Arte Povera, representation was also rejected as inauthentic: in many cases, the site itself determined the artwork. In other cases, the artist’s body or raw and found organic and inorganic materials were used by artists in lieu of representation. As the title of a well-known exhibition in Bern in 1969 suggested, “attitudes became form.”[4]
Conceptual art emerged in the late 1960s and 1970s out of dissatisfaction with the ability of Pop and Minimalism to radically disrupt society, and posited critical thought itself as artwork. Based on the politicised cultural critique associated with the New Left and the School of Frankfurt, it rejected the isolated, ‘auratic’ art object and treated critical language in terms of its physicality, its modes of production and communication and engagement with the urban environment. However, even though much Conceptual practice was based on active political engagement, it remained the aloof product of intellectual and artistic circles on the one hand, and was co-opted by advertising and media on the other. In some ways it failed to reach its objectives. As Jeff Wall has remarked: ‘Conceptual art’s feeble response to the clash of its political fantasies with the real economic conditions of the art world marks out its historical limit as critique. Its political fantasy curbs itself at the boundary of market economy.’[5] This created a context for the questioning of the radical nature of Conceptual art by artists working on the periphery of the international art world in places where the effects of lack of planning, uncontrolled free market theories and racism on daily life were all too real.
In Europe, by the late 1970s, Conceptualism had also reached a form of solipsistic isolation from the audience, and a sense of the collapse of its utopian avant-gardism ushered in a return to tradition and romantic forms of atelier painting with New Painting, the Transavangard and Neo-Expressionism in the early 1980s. Advanced and politically committed artists both in the West and in postcolonial contexts, although sharing dissatisfaction over Conceptual art’s aloofness, could not engage in this practice, however, since it was felt that it reinstated Romantic notions of authorship and heroism, far from any sense of art’s direct role in society. New painting was also associated by the more radical with the commercialisation and institutionalisation of contemporary art during the 1980s.
In South Africa, Kentridge perceived Conceptual art as too cryptic, over-intellectualised and removed from the reality of human suffering. His simple, immediate drawings are a rebellion against the anonymity and homogeneity of ‘contemporary’ languages of representation, as well as the non-representational abstract art developed during modernism. Yet his refusal to engage in illusion, his need to acknowledge the medium, method and process by which the representation is achieved owes something to a modernist notion of authenticity.
At that time, Kentridge was a young artist who had studied Politics and African Studies at college, taken art classes, admired the radical ink drawings by South African artist and activist Dumile, and was actively engaged in anti-Apartheid activities. He was interested in Hogarth’s satires, Goya’s Disasters of War (1810-1820, first edition 1863) and Beckmann’s satires of Weimar society in the early twentieth century. Neo-Expressionist, heroic and bohemian atelier painting was certainly not an option for him to pursue. It is perhaps precisely because Kentridge’s art developed at a distance from Europe and America, and from these debates during the late 1970s and 1980s that he was able to take a fresh look at the progressive and socially critical tradition of pre-war Expressionism and figuration without resorting to nostalgia. He could therefore question both the anti-iconic nature of modernist, avant-garde abstract art, as well as the Conceptual legacy, while avoiding Neo-Expressionism. Humour, a sense of process, poor materials such as charcoal and paper, as well as the provisional nature of each image kept those neo-Expressionist elements at bay.
Born in Johannesburg in 1955, at an early age Kentridge became aware of the brutality of South African society and of the possibility one had to actively oppose it. His maternal great-grandfather emigrated to South Africa just before the Boer war in the late 1800s, driven out of Eastern Europe by the Pogroms. He grew up in a liberal South African household. Kentridge’s father, Sydney, is among the most renowned lawyers in the country, particularly engaged in defending victims of abuse during Apartheid and involved in key political cases of the 1960s, 70s and 80s, including the inquest into Steve Biko’s death in 1977, the Treason trials and the Mandela trials. [6] Kentridge’s mother, also an advocate, has been influential in the birth of the Legal Resources Centre. This organisation, which survives on grants and donations, provides legal assistance for people with no money to pay for it. Kentridge took part early on in drama workshops and art classes, which he had begun even as a teenager at the Johannesburg Art Foundation. Established in 1972, during apartheid, the JAF was founded on non-racial principles, offering art training and opportunities to different groups, with bursary funding for students unable to support their studies. For several years, Kentridge taught etching there, and although he made a number of early paintings, it was on the ‘poorer’ media of drawing and printmaking that he soon focused his attention. His first exhibition in 1979 included a number of monoprints and some drawings. These dark grey, claustrophobic works show figures in pits being watched from above by faceless individuals, a vision of people living in a closed society from which there is no escape. They prefigure later images of enclosure, such as the curtains around the hospital bed in History of the Main Complaint (1996), or Felix’s hotel room in Felix in Exile (1994), or Soho’s double and enclosed space in Stereoscope (1999). Experiencing feelings of inadequacy as a visual artist, however, Kentridge stopped making art for some years, and pursued film and theatre – with which he had already been actively involved since the mid-1970s as a member of the Junction Avenue Theatre Company, Johannesburg (he will continue to be majorly involved in theatre up to today, and has created numerous performances with the Handspring Puppet Company.) In 1981-82, he went to Paris with his wife Anne Stanwix, an Australian medical doctor, where he studied mime and theatre. It was not until 1984 that he returned to drawing, engaging in a series of large works on paper, sometimes narratively grouped in triptychs such as Dreams of Europe (1984-85). These sketchy drawings present charged, haunted settings. Multi-layered and dynamic, they combine deep, abysmal spaces with compressed perspectives. From these drawings of the 1980s up to his animated films of the mid-1990s, Kentridge’s works were marked by the urgency of taking part in truly momentous historical events – the civil rights movements in South Africa, and the urge to make sense of the violence that characterised the last period of Apartheid in the country.
Kentridge’s Lithuanian and German-Jewish origins had always meant navigating an uncomfortable position in South Africa, of associating with the oppressed yet also finding oneself in a privileged, white community:
In South Africa, which has always been defined by its rulers as a very Christian country, to be Jewish was to be other. There were always prominent Jewish people in the anti-apartheid movement, in the Communist Party or the ANC or the liberal party. But a central irony exists for South African Jews. Our Passover ceremony every year commemorates the Jews as slaves in Egypt. And there was always an understanding that here we are in South Africa talking about having been slaves in Egypt, yet in the present we are certainly not slaves. This contradiction did not change the fact that Jews had a historical context to understand the desire to be free of fetters. But in the present, we are absolutely not part of those most oppressed. We are part of the privileged whose lives are made comfortable by an immediate sense of the society we are living in. That remains an uncomfortable irony to live with.[7]
Kentridge’s dilemma from the outset was that he did not want to pursue the fiction of making South Africa look like a ‘white’ Arcadia, in the manner of the colonial painters of South Africa such as Jacobus Pierneef – yet he could not easily speak for the ‘black’ either, nor provide a platform or voice for the ‘other’. He could only explore a zone of uncertainty and shifting meanings through the portrayal of a ‘double-bind’ where guilt and expiation express the condition of the privileged.
The denunciatory works belonging to this ‘revolutionary’ period in South Africa include the short animated films Kentridge called ‘drawings for projection,’ begun in 1989, and for which he has become most known: Johannesburg, 2nd Greatest City after Paris (1989), Monument (1990), Mine (1991), Sobriety, Obesity & Growing Old (1991) and Felix in Exile (1994).[8] These films present the evils of avidity and power and the struggle for emancipation against the background of the pain and suffering of exploited miners in a ravaged landscape. They employ stock characters and miraculous transformations typical of cartoons, thus communicating on various levels and avoiding the heroics of ‘high art’. The films chronicle the rise and fall of a white Johannesburg magnate, Soho Eckstein. Always seen wearing a pin-striped suit, Soho buys land, builds mines and develops his ‘empire’, which finally crumbles. He is counterpoised with Kentridge’s alter ego, the naked, sensual artist, lover and dreamer Felix Teitlebaum.
The technique used for what the artist has called ‘stone-age filmmaking’ of these works, is based on creating a series of drawings in charcoal and pastel on paper; each is successively altered through erasure and re-drawing and photographed at the many stages of its evolution. Thus, rather than being constructed from thousands of drawings, as in traditional Cel animation, Kentridge’s films are made up of hundreds of moments in the ongoing progress of a small number of drawings, from about twenty for shorter films to about sixty for longer ones, so that each left over drawing corresponds to the final stage of a scene in the film. Narrative emerges through a sequence of broadly related scenes and recurring ‘personae’ reflecting different perspectives on the world and various parts of the artist’s own self.
Numerous essays on Kentridge’s work, as well as his own lectures and interviews, have over the years pointed out how this technique engenders a time-based, open form of ‘process’ drawing, a form of drawing that can never be ‘definitive’. This openness to change, and un-finiteness of language is an aesthetic position that is based on a political perspective- a refusal of all authoritarian and authoritative forms of communication embedded in most usages, from advertising to politics. The process of facture remains visible, establishing a jerky effect (tempered by music) that causes the viewer to perceive the spatial and temporal disjunctures of the drawing, rather than creating an illusion of fluid movement. And, because erasure is necessarily imperfect, traces of the preceding stages of each drawing can still be seen. These smudges and shadows reflect the way in which events are layered in life, how the past lingers in the mind and affects the present through memory.
The technique of filming consecutive moments of erasure and drawing was not a novelty in the field of animation and had been variously used in the age of early film and the history of animation. But the way in which Kentridge would use it as a metaphor for a new, flexible model of parallel thinking, a model of radical thought made up of indirect gazes, shadows, and of continuously ‘falling short’, is grounded in a basic duality and ambivalence that is particularly topical today. ‘Erasure’ in his art is used as a metaphor for the loss of historical memory – the amnesia to which injustice, racism and brutality are subject to in society. (Often Kentridge depicts scenes of bodies lying on the ground, becoming erased and ‘absorbed’ into the landscape through transformation into mere rocks or bumps in the barren environment punctuated by the detritus of civil engineering.)
Yet ‘erasure’- as opposed to pristine, exact line drawing- is also a metaphor for the healthy questionning of the certainties and preconceptions lying behind human relations and society, in what might only apparently be a more interactive and democratic world of the digital age. It questions the notion that any definitive statement is ever possible; it denies the value of complete or binary theories of politics or social relations (or of any finished artwork, for that matter). Kentridge’s device of erasure allows the emergence of a palimpsest – a synchronic image which contains its own diachronic denial through a layering of traces of different, preceding drawings that have been erased.
This ambivalence, joined with an astounding draftsmanship, is what brought Kentridge to the fore as one of today’s most significant artists. His work is uniquely personal and yet also expresses the field of contradictions of culture today, at a delicate moment in which modernity, the West and post-colonial realities must evolve dynamically in order for globalisation not to become a degenerative moment in world history.
Kentridge’s choice of using figuration as an avant-garde and radical practice ties into this acknowledgement of cultural amnesia. Rather than representation – which actually distances the viewer from experience by focusing on content and information, as it had been in pre-modernist practice and in much conservative art of the twentieth century – figuration and narrative became a way of relating the inner landscape (personal memory) with the outer landscape of social and political events at large. Even when politically radical, as in much neo-conceptual documentary work of today, documentary footage allows for a detached gaze (the viewer identifying with and protected by the camera’s eye, as in news broadcasts). Kentridge’s hand-drawn scenes of individuals and their daily, mundane activities – petting a cat, sitting at a desk at work, walking along a path and picking up a stone, having coffee, shaving in front of a mirror – portrayed against a background of extreme and outrageous events – a dog’s head with earphones exploding into bits, bodies being beaten and shot, terminal illness in a hospital ward, cows starving and dying along the beach – connect the specificity of daily life that every viewer can identify with to the broader moral and ethical issues of active citizenship. This recalls the way writer James Joyce managed to ground his writing so specifically in Dublin that it paradoxically became universal. It is the local nature of so much of what Kentridge draws that allows the work to engage so intimately with viewers everywhere. It is the specifics of pain and the minutiae of the intimate lives depicted against the backdrop of events in South Africa that transforms them into scenes that could be happening almost anywhere. We recognize our own weaknesses, our dreams, desires, and fears.
In many ways, Kentridge’s themes recall the preoccupations of Holocaust survivors, just as his drawings sometimes echo those of labour camp prisoners. The hard physical toil and the notorious ‘boxes’ – bunk-beds stacked one above the other – depicted in one of his earliest animated films, Mine (1991), which follows a day in the life of the mines, bring to mind drawings by artist prisoners in labour camps. Further associations arise through the imagery of gassing or burning: the crematorium chimney, smoke, the sombre, charcoal atmosphere. And his procession of the dispossessed suggests not individuals, but the de-humanised masses incarcerated in the camps. Yet the Holocaust – and Apartheid – transcend their original meaning and become a symbol of the tragedy of modernity as a whole.
As a consequence, guilt, complicity and indirect responsibility are key themes in his art. In connection with this he also portrays the intolerable position of being a survivor and a witness. In Sobriety, Obesity & Growing Old (1991), Felix is a witness of protest marches; in Felix in Exile (1994), he watches abuses and the shooting of the female character Nandi from his hotel room. And in History of the Main Complaint (1996) Soho observes violent brutality through the windshield of his car. In Stereoscope (1999), he is overwhelmed by the echoes of troubles going on outside his enclosed space to the point of splitting his ‘self’ into two separate but adjacent rooms, representing the collapse of stereoscopic vision, and therefore of consciousness. In a series of unique prints on book pages titled Sleeping on Glass (1999), the artist drew trees splitting down their trunks accompanied by words such as, “This is how the tree breaks” and “Terminal hurt / terminal longing”.
The 1994 elections in South Africa brought an end to Apartheid and introduced a period of inquiry and national reconciliation represented by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. In this process, amnesty was given by the new government for crimes committed in the service of the Apartheid government, in return for full disclosure of those crimes by their perpetrators. Not by chance, in the years following Apartheid, Kentridge’s drawings and films began to express the weight of having been one of the privileged and the implications and notion of indirect responsibility. During the period of the Commission where horrendous atrocities were recounted and legally forgiven, Kentridge made Ubu Tells the Truth (1996). This film, and the related theatre production Ubu & the Truth Commission (1997), depart from the Soho films and mark the height of his explicit engagement in South African affairs. They do this through the use of documentary footage that alternates with rough chalk drawings in an outrageous work of human outcry. In this period his work became acutely self-critical, with a series of large self-portrait drawings (including for instance a work titled The Flagellant), inspired by Alfred Jarry’s tyrant Ubu roi (1888).
In 1998, just four years after the African National Congress (ANC) was elected into power in South Africa and Nelson Mandela became the first President of a post-Apartheid nation, Kentridge stated, “There is a sort of wilful amnesia, a refusal to accept accountability, that comes from the naturalization of outrageous systems in the world. But I’m more interested in the question of historical memory – of what happens when people forget so quickly.[9]” In more recent years, Kentridge’s art has focused on the attempt, on both the levels of form and content, to reach through this form of post-revolutionary ‘dullness’ towards some ‘core’ experience. In the late 1990s, when Felix and Soho fuse into two sides of the same persona, Kentridge’s characters and suggested narratives take on a more introspective gaze. In this post-revolutionary period things seem to happen primarily in the brain of his characters, as the artist begins to analyse the dulling of memory, guilt and how we negotiate our past. History of the Main Complaint (1996), WEIGHING…and WANTING (1998) and Stereoscope (1999) portray intimate, psychological and personal scenarios about consciousness and how to deal with memory and guilt in a post-apartheid era. Images of medical pathology recur in the works, functioning as metaphors for the diseased body politic.
Early in 1999, Kentridge began to create a new series of works that combined projected images with three-dimensional objects. While his character Soho was retreating into his inner universe of remembering and forgetting, the artist Kentridge himself was grappling in the real world with how to give more substance to the immaterial world of what goes on in the mind. For an exhibition on the theme of memory in Rome in 1999, he created the animated film transferred to video Sleeping on Glass, which was rear projected onto the mirror of an old wooden chest of drawers. This new interest for shadows and for projections onto objects was followed by other works such as Medicine Chest (2000), projected onto the mirror of a cabinet, and Learning the Flute (2003) projected onto a blackboard. The world of shadows, shadow puppetry and shadow projections began to capture his interests, both in theatre and in his art projects. Shadows imply an indirect gaze and suggest that it is better, at times, to look aslant, and to remain off centre. Kentridge has cast shadows of objects in animations such as Shadow Procession (1999), in the small bronze sculptures titled Procession (2000), and in his torn black paper Stair Procession (2000). (See Jane Taylor’s essay in this catalogue, pp. 50-57).
Kentridge’s exploration of different forms of non-linear techniques and processes has included an investigation into the effects of reversal. In Day for Night (2003), for example, he used the negative film as opposed to the positive, while in his video-reversal drawings (2002) he projecting recordings backwards rather than forwards.
In his new live action film and video experiments titled Fragments for Georges Méliès (2003) he performed actions backwards and then reversed the direction of the projected film so that apparently normal actions appear oddly out of synch. In other recent series of work like Studio Portrait No.1 (2003) and Large Bird Drawing (2003), which he significantly calls ‘projections for drawings’, Kentridge reverses his habitual technique of making drawings for large projections, instead projecting images of mundane objects onto his studio wall, and making drawings from these projections.
Tide Table (2003), Kentridge’s most recent animated film, pulls his audience again through the veil of dullness, which now becomes one of its themes. At the seaside, Soho muses from the balcony of his hotel, or sits on a deck chair at the beach. Around him events do take place: a choir and a group of people performing a baptism; cows thin and die nearby; a child plays with stones in the shallow water; a man holds a sick body that is literally washed away and turns into stones, as water is no longer the passionate blue of Felix’s world, but only the colourless agent of erasure; some beach huts become a hospital ward filled with patients; the skull of an animal and an old wheelbarrow are washed up to shore.
Yet there is a sense of being removed from events, experiencing events only indirectly, as Soho sits alone in his chair and reads the tide tables in the newspaper. He is detached from all that surrounds him, no one notices him, and he dozes through most of these happenings. He is in a public space, and there is a community of people nearby, but he might as well be in his enclosed office or in his home – no sense of collective endeavour emerges. He is not as productive as he was in his office in the early films, nor even as connected with the outside world as he was when he lay terminally ill in a hospital ward in History of the Main Complaint. He is a guest at a hotel, an outsider, a temporary resident.
From the hotel balcony three generals (who also resemble Soho) watch the landscape below through binoculars. They patrol the scene with their surveillance apparatus, yet there are no demonstrators below, no terrorists, no enemy or armies for them to combat. There is only the daily drama of illness, starvation, and dying. We think of the horror of AIDS claiming millions of lives in Africa,yet marginalised by Western media. Tide Table suggests a sense of solitude even in the public sphere, of not knowing what to do, of an enforced holiday. Retrospection and memory are ineffective; they bring only alienation even from one’s own past. Soho is unable to recognize his own childhood self, portrayed in the film as a boy skipping stones. In a moment of brief respite from solitude, a woman in a headscarf, portrayed from behind, holds his hand for a moment while he sleeps.
It is interesting to note that this melancholy film was made in the fall of 2003, after a period of intense and energetic experimentation with various techniques of drawing and recording in film and video that coincided with a residency at Columbia University in New York in 2001-2002. These experiments in the mechanics of making art and constructing vision were a continuation of a persistent investigation, evidenced in optical devices with drawings such as his Phenakistoscope (2000); and resulted in displaced anamorphic drawings which are experienced only by looking in a mirror cylinder at their centre and in a return of interest for live action filming, combined with drawing[10].
These recent playful and dramatic works express a dynamic expansion of filming and editing techniques that move the art forward experimentally, yet with no notion of linear progression. The result is the evocation of the implausible and mad, and a reflection on the subject of studio practice itself that is reminiscent of, yet distinct from the work of Western artists of the 1970s such as Bruce Nauman, who was exhibiting at the time in New York.[11] Kentridge understood the radical impulses behind those video and performance works, yet did not share the existentialist impulse towards phenomenological reduction. “It did not seem enough,” Kentridge has commented, “for the body to be the gesture; the activity itself was not enough to justify the artist’s incessant ‘look at me, look at me’… So when I look at Bruce Nauman’s works, part of my astonishment is at his audacity to do so little and claim it is enough. A wonder and jealousy at his confidence in his place in the world, a kind of certainty that feels impossible to me.”[12]
This “madness” is achieved, even within the universe of live action film, by returning to some of the earliest techniques of cinema in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, such as the extravaganzas of Georges Méliès, who made a film, for example, where an entire apartment is pulled out of a suitcase.[13]
However in a strikingly illuminating analysis focusing on Kentridge’s short film Monument, in October magazine of Fall 2000, Rosalind Krauss has suggested that Kentridge deliberately pulls the work backwards to a pre-filmic moment.[14] She comments on how, when talking or writing about his art, Kentridge avoids directly addressing outrage over Apartheid (“the rock” as Kentridge described it in an essay of 1990[15]), shifting attention away from content towards a discussion of his drawing and creative process. He avoids denouncing injustices head on, as if suspicious of the ways in which historical memory is transformed into spectacle. He expands the field of improvisation by moving back and forth from the drawing to the camera as he records the evolving drawing one frame at a time. During the time and space of this “dance”, free associations occur – neither chance operations nor controlled actions – which ultimately determine the open narrative and the meaning of the artwork. His work emerges not out of a wish to achieve motion, to ‘animate’, comments Krauss, but rather by the impulse to interrupt the flow of film, to reach back from filmic animation to a form of palimpsest, “dragging against the flow of film”[16]. Thus he evolves a new medium of automatism where the foregrounding of procedure induces meaning. The deliberate jerkiness resists cinematic illusion, and, adds Krauss, “Kentridge’s technical alternative, his eschewal of the flip book, sets his medium – his ‘drawings for projection’- at an angle to animation, one that seems below it, which is to say even less technologically invested than the flicker book itself”[17].
The technological universe has by now so infected our bodily and graphic experiences, our subjectivity, that Kentridge’s recourse to the palimpsest – even though the palimpsest has itself been infected by the technological – becomes a way of avoiding the spectacularization of memory. The group exhibition “Animations”[18], which included Kentridge’s work, focused among other things on the recrudescence of the hand-drawn by artists in our age when popular culture is profoundly engaged with the digital. It is a form of “poor” animation, like Arte Povera’s slowing down and reduction of experience in the 1960s which emerged in antithesis to the speed and mediatization of culture in that post-war period.
However, in Kentridge’s most recent art, the hand-drawn itself becomes ambivalent. In his works up to Stereoscope, which ends with alternating images of the words “GIVE” and “FORGIVE”, text was usually present only as block letter intertitles that recalled early silent movies. In recent years the distinction between drawing and writing has blurred in the artist’s works through the growing presence of sinuous handwriting. Writing by hand is an intimate activity, and emerges in an area of the mind and body that is neither fully rational nor fully unintentional – it occurs rarely in the computer and digital age, and is an almost obsolete bodily activity of the brain moving with the arm and hand almost as an automaton. It is not usually valued as a form of draughtsmanship, belonging more to a universe of regressive doodling. Again, Kentridge defects from the grand drawings that are expected of him.
In parallel fashion, machines and mechanical devices are no longer depicted as inherently violent in Kentridge’s work. In early films such as Johannesburg, 2nd Greatest City After Paris, Soho’s business concerns were represented as calculators, typewriters and papers filled with calculations and minute notations. Cameras on tripods became machine guns that could only be deflected from their violent nature through art (Monteverdi madrigals, rather than orders and speeches, were broadcast from public address trumpet speakers, for example). Now Kentridge has embarked on a journey to disenfranchise mechanics, no longer presenting them as dehumanising instruments of control but rather challenging devices to expand vision and open up complex visual thoughts though playful experimentation.
At about this time, Kentridge also began a series of drawings and prints on pages of disembowelled books, physically overlaying the two universes of drawing and text. By the time he began to create the body of works inspired by Italo Svevo’s La coscienza di Zeno (1923), in 2001, drawing and writing had merged fully in many images, and their connection continues to be foregrounded in even more recent works such as Automatic Writing (2003) and Day for Night (2003).
Svevo’s original novel is introduced by a frame tale according to which the entire story of Zeno is a diary that character has written on the suggestion of his psychoanalyst. Aware of his own weaknesses yet unable to influence in any way the course of his own life, let alone take responsibility for his actions, the inept, guilt-ridden Zeno believes that life is a manifestation of illness, with its better and worse moments. He is weak willed, continuously resolving and failing to give up smoking, a trivial aim against the background of external events and the incipient First World War.
Kentridge’s avoidance of intentionality also recalls Herman Melville’s Bartleby the Scrivener (1853). Bartleby is an office clerk who prefers not to participate in the productive endeavours of the burgeoning 19th century modern world. He simply refuses to write in his office, yet he does not leave it, maintaining himself in what Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben has recently termed a state of “absolute potentiality”, adopting the term from Medieval theologians. Agamben comments,
Bartleby calls into question precisely this supremacy of the will over potentiality. If God (at least the potentia ordinata) is truly capable only of what he wants, Bartleby is capable only without wanting; he is capable only de potentia absoluta. But his potentiality is not, therefore, unrealized; it does not remain unactualized on account of a lack of will. On the contrary, it exceeds will (his own and that of others) at every point. Inverting Karl Valentin’s witticism “I wanted to want it, but I didn’t feel able to want it,” one could say of Bartleby that he succeeds in being able (and not being able) absolutely without wanting it. Hence the irreducibility of his “I would prefer not to.” It is not that he does not want to copy or that he does not want to leave the office; he simply would prefer not to. The formula that he so obstinately repeats destroys all possibilities of constructing a relation between being able and willing, between potentia absoluta and potentia ordinata. It is the formula of potentiality.[19]
A similar negation of the relation between being able and willing allows Kentridge himself to produce art without being prescriptive, to be original without being innovative, to be expressive without being expressionistic. One could say he celebrates the erasure of his own drawing,and makes it a public and poetic act of defection, just as in more recent years he has celebrated not objects but their shadows, side-stepping the dilemma between making and not making.
[1] “It is a barbaric act to think of writing a work of poetry after Auschwitz”, “E’ un atto di barbarie pensare di scrivere un’opera di poesia dopo Auschwitz”, T.W. Adorno, Critica della cultura e società, 1949, in: Prismen. Kulturpolitik und Gesellschaft, Suhrkamp Verlag, Frankfurt am Main, , 1955 [trad. It. Prismi. Saggi sulla critica della cultura, Einaudi, Torino, 1972, p.22]
[2] “The idea of animation constantly falling short I like a lot – like the description of walking as falling and stopping yourself from falling.” (W. Kentridge, unpublished quote, 2003)
[3] “Obsolescence operates on various levels in his work. Kentridge draws upon a European legacy of oppositional art from Goya to Hogarth to Beckmann, and his work is oddly out of sync with current trends. Though he uses the prevailing technology of video projection, for example, the drawings that form the basis of his animated films retain a more old-fashioned appearance, than a documentary-conceptual one. A sense of belonging to a cultural ‘periphery’ of Europe, and therefore of geographic distance from a ‘centre’, is translated into the visual imagery of objects that represent a historical distance from today’s accoutrements. The clothes, telephones, typewriters and other items in his animated drawings recall an early 20th-century colonial world as perceived by a child in the 1950s and 60s looking at illustrated books from the 1940s. The simultaneous presence in the work of CAT scan machines and other examples of modern equipment, however, indicates the way in which experience is layered: the computer exists side-by side with the old-fashioned telephone. Similarly, Kentridge’s portrayal of antiapartheid demonstrations in the 1980s and early 1990s recalls photographs showing crowds of striking miners in Johannesburg in the previous part of the century, such as the famous strike of March 1922. The drawing style adopted by Kentridge is also reminiscent of early 20th-century oppositional vanguard art like Berlin Dada and German Expressionism. These drawings are combined with the contemporary techniques of video-projection and installation on the one hand, and music and captions recalling the distant age of silent movies on the other.” (C. Christov-Bakargiev, William Kentridge, Palais des Beaux Arts, Bruxelles, p. 11)
[4] “Live in Your Head: When Attitudes Become Form,” Kunsthalle, Bern, 1969.
[5] Jeff Wall, “Dan Graham’s Kammerspiel,” Art Metropole, 1991, pp.16.
[6] Afrikaners were Dutch, German and French colonials who reached South Africa in the 1600s. Until 1759, before British sovereignty, the territory of the Cape had been governed by the Dutch East India Company of Holland, on whose initiative the first European settlers had landed. When British rule began, the Afrikaners moved into the interior of the country, where various Boer republics were established, such as the Zuid Afrikaansche Republiek in the Transvaal. Afrikaners, who were farmers, wanted to preserve the autonomy of their community from the British Empire. Diamonds were discovered in 1867, gold in the late 1800s. Wages for the Africans who mined these resources were kept to a minimum through the use of immigrant labour. Afrikaner nationalism had grown during the 19th century in the Boer Republics and was further heightened as a consequence of the Anglo-Boer War (1899-1902) and the brutal treatment of the Afrikaners by the British. The National Party of Afrikaners came to power with the 1948 elections. Segregation, the creation of townships and separate education programmes were officially set up to encourage a multinational state in which different ethnic groups could maintain and express their own culture autonomously. Sexual relations between racial groups were banned and whites developed a form of paternalistic racism, which was proposed as positive. African migration towards industrial areas was limited by passes and separate transport. Laws were passed to classify the population into white, coloured and indigenous. The 1980s were marked by protests and States of Emergency. In 1994, the ANC was elected, marking the end of Apartheid.
[7] “Breaking Down the Wall,” William Kentridge interviewed by bell hooks, Interview, New York, September 1998, p.182 [quote revised by William Kentridge in 2003 for this essay]
[8] Animated drawings are also used as backdrops in the theatre productions that Kentridge has made in collaboration with the Handspring Puppet Company since 1992.
[9] hooks, op. cit., p.167.
[10] Kentridge had already experimented in this vein with his early Memo, 1993.
[11] January 10 – July 27, 2002, Dia: Chelsea Dia Art Foundation, New York.
[12] Unpublished quote, 2003.
[13] Le locataire diabolique, 1909.
[14] In Monument Soho presents himself to a crowd as a civic benefactor, giving a public address followed by the unveiling of a monument – the sculpture of labourer carrying a heavy load. As in Samuel Beckett’s play Catastrophe (1982) which inspired Kentridge, in the last moments of Monument, one sees that the figure with the load is actually alive. He becomes the image of a defiant reality unwilling to become subjugated to Soho’s control.
[15] “These two elements – pure history and the moral imperative arising from that – are the factors for making that personal beacon rise into the immovable rock of Apartheid. To escape this rock is the job of the artist. These two constitute the tyranny of our history. And escape is necessary, for as I stated the rock is possessive and inimical to good work. I am not saying that Apartheid, or indeed, redemption are not worthy of representation, description or exploration, I am saying that the scale and weight with which this rock presents itself is inimical to that task.” W. Kentridge, “Dear Diary: Suburban Allegories and Other Infections,” 1990, published in C. Christov-Bakargiev, op. cit. pp 7-77.
[16] R. Krauss, “ ‘The Rock’: William Kentridge’s Drawings for Projection”, October, MIT Press, Cambridge, MA, Spring, 2000, p.10.
[17] ibid., pp. 19-20.
[18] See Animations, the catalogue of an exhibition focusing on this issue, held at P.S. 1 Contemporary Art Center / a MoMA Affiliate, in Fall 2000 and toured to Kunstwerke, Berlin in 2002.
[19] G. Agamben, Potentialities. Collected Essays in Philosophy, Stanford University Press, Stanford, 1999, pp. 254-255 [1st edition 1993, G. Deleuze, G. Agamben, Bartleby. La formula della creazione, Edizioni Quod Libet, Macerata, 1993, pp.61-62].
Published in Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev, William Kentridge, Castello di Rivoli Museo Contemporanea and Skira Editore: Milan, 2004, pp. 29-38. Minor revisions were made to the text published here.
Introductory essay toWilliam Kentridge, book prepared on the occasion of the exhibition William Kentridge at the Palais des Beaux-Arts de Bruxelles, 15 May to 23 August 1998; Kunstverein München, 28 August to 11 October 1998; Neue Galerie Graz am Landesmuseum Joanneum, 15 November 1998 to 15 January 1999.
All quotations are from William Kentridge’s recent conversations with Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev, unless otherwise stated.
William Kentridge was born in 1955 in Johannesburg, South Africa, where he still lives and works. His art is an expressive and personal attempt to address the nature of human emotions and memory, the relationship between desire, ethics and responsibility. He investigates the shaping of subjective identity through our shifting notions of history and geography, looking at how we construct histories and what we do with them. An elegiac art that explores the possibilities of poetry in contemporary society, it also provides a vicious, satirical commentary on that society. It posits a way of seeing life as process rather than as fact, and constantly questions the meaning of artistic practice in today’s world.
Kentridge has always been socially and politically engaged. While acknowledging that art is historically and ideologically constructed however, he does not use the tools of deconstructive critique (an approach to art based on the linguistic paradigm, whereby the artist takes apart and reveals through rational analysis the mechanisms of underlying structures of power). Rather, his animated films appear at first glance to suggest simple narratives, adopting an apparently traditional, figurative style that recalls the world of cartoons and illustrated books. Kentridge’s work is ‘political’ without being prescriptive or polemical. He probes the diseased body politic without suggesting solutions. At most, one might say that it is a therapeutic art, not an ideological one.
Writing about Kentridge from a distant cultural perspective is problematic. The issues he raises in his works are informed by the histories of the African context from which his art emerges, but to a South African reader, the contextualisation of his art within the landscape of that country’s cultural production or in relation to apartheid would seem both to over-simplify it and to state the obvious. And discussing his work from a European point of view is particularly complex because of Europe’s historical responsibility in the emergence of apartheid and the exploitation of Africa. Added to this is the fact that Kentridge draws upon a European legacy of oppositional art from Goya to Hogarth to Beckmann, but at the same time – despite the spread of sophisticated communications systems and an increasingly global art world – his work is oddly out of sync with current trends in Europe. Though he uses the prevailing technology of video projection, for example, the drawings that form the basis of his animated films retain a more oldfashioned appearance.
“The question of naiveté has a colonial/political origin I think:
a. From the essentially domestic nature of the peripheral art scenes – art made for domestic use.
b. An anxiety not to copy styles or interests of the metropole – while acknowledging the attractio of the glossy magazines and shining galleries.
c. A need therefore to have a solid ground for the work even if this means reinventing the wheel.
d. A perceived need for the work to justify itself instrumentally – i.e. it has to be legible, understandable.”
Yet, to someone like myself, living in Rome, far from New York, London and Paris, in an ancient centre of western culture that has been slumbering on the cultural periphery throughout this century, linguistically isolated from the global language (English) of art, business and the Internet, the nature of Kentridge’s ethical and artistic endeavour has its own particular relevance. It explores a border zone where identity is hybrid, multiple and shifting, between remembering and forgetting, between belonging to a tradition of fine art and being relegated to its margins.
In the aftermath of the Cold War, since the decline of ideological confrontation and stalemate between East and West, European identity has been shattered into myriad local, provisional selves, and new waves of immigration are adding yet more diasporic dimensions to this changing situation. Economic crisis and competition for resources within Europe, as well as the weakening of universalist ideals of modernity and of the labour movement, have ushered in a renewed xenophobia, a fear of immigrants. Kentridge’s constantly changing drawings, which create merging, overlapping or dividing personae, provide commentary on analogous yet different issues of identity as they emerge on another continent. While in Europe fresh divisions appear, the irony of South Africa today is that it is striving to forge a new, post-apartheid ‘rain-bow nation’ in a post-national age in which the globalisation of world economies is having devastating effects on communities and their shifting identities.
To those living far away from South Africa, Kentridge’s work offers a point of entry, an empathetic way in to understanding the reality and complexity of life there, in contrast to the rhetorical, stereotypical and simplified view that media reports grant us of great events in that country. He presents intimate, personal narratives of daily existence suggesting the complexity of identity. By combining drawing, movement and music, his stories are suggested with fluidity. He encourages a longer time for reflection on the human condition in a fastmoving world that tends to see this approach as out of date.
Kentridge’s drawings, animated films and videos, theatre and opera productions deal with abuse and suffering, guilt and confession, subjugation and emancipation in the post-colonial, late 20th century. While evoking issues that characterise the human condition in general, his is an art particularly rooted in its place of origin, a nation wrought by racial division and the apartheid laws that prevailed until the 1994 general elections brought the ANC (African National Congress) into power. These cathartic works do not ‘illustrate’ apartheid, however, they communicate through metaphor. The analogy of medical pathology is often used to indicate a sickness both within the individual and in society. A sense of yearning for healing is expressed as a longing to flood the burnt, barren, urban wasteland around Johannesburg with blue water, slippery fish, and love. The ‘medicine’ Kentridge suggests as a cure for this pathology is to understand the complicated ways in which we construct ourselves.
Though Kentridge’s work may appear archaic, it is in fact highly contemporary. A sense of belonging to a cultural ‘periphery’ of Europe, and therefore of geographic distance from a ‘centre’, is translated into the visual imagery of objects that represent a historical distance from today’s accoutrements. The clothes, telephones, typewriters and other items in his animated drawings recall an early 20th-century colonial world as perceived by a child in the 1950s and 60s looking at illustrated books from the 1940s. The simultaneous presence in the work of CAT scan machines and other examples of modern equipment, however, indicates the way in which experience is layered: the computer exists side by side with the old fashioned telephone. Similarly, Kentridge’s portrayal of antiapartheid demonstrations in the 1980s and early 1990s recalls photographs showing crowds of striking miners in Johannesburg in the previous part of the century, such as the famous strike of March 1922. The drawing style adopted by Kentridge is also reminiscent of early 20th-century oppositional vanguard art like Berlin Dada and German Expressionism. These drawings are combined with the contemporary techniques of video-projection and installation on the one hand, and music and captions recalling the distant age of silent movies on the other. Furthermore, many of them make reference to specific works by Goya, Hogarth and other artists of the past. This procedure owes nothing to the critique of authenticity that has developed over the past two decades into postmodernist appropriation and simulation of art. For Kentridge, these memories and traces of art-historical sources provide yet another level on which to explore the mechanisms of forgetting and remembering.
Kentridge’s simple, immediate drawings are a rebellion against the anonymity and homogeneity of ‘contemporary’ languages of representation, as well as the non-representational visual art developed during the Modern Age. His use of the traditional techniques of printmaking and computer animation go beyond the modernist tactic of reduction. Yet his refusal to engage in illusion, his need to acknowledge the medium, method and process by which the representation is achieved owes something to a modernist notion of authenticity.
The animated films are achieved by creating a series of drawings in charcoal and pastel on paper; each is successively altered through erasure and re-drawing and photographed at the many stages of its evolution. Thus, rather than being constructed from thousands of drawings, as in traditional cel animation, Kentridge’s films are made up of hundreds of moments in the ongoing progress of a small number of drawings, each corresponding to a scene. The process of facture remains visible, establishing a jerky effect (tempered by music) that causes the viewer to perceive the spatial and temporal disjunctures of the drawing, rather than creating an illusion of fluid movement. And, because erasure is necessarily imperfect, traces of the preceding stages of each drawing can still be seen. Like the echoes of past art that pervade the drawings, these smudges and shadows reflect the way in which events are layered in life, how the past lingers in the mind and affects the present through memory.
Just as Kentridge has questioned the racist stereotypes of ‘white’ art produced during apartheid, particularly idyllic landscape painting, he has also carefully avoided speaking on behalf of the ‘native’. Though he has never engaged in the paternalistic portrayal of the colonised African body, he has depicted various black Africans as characters. Present in Monument (1990), in Woyzeck on the Highveld (1992) and in many early drawings, for example, is a figure sometimes referred to as ‘Harry’ in
Kentridge’s writings and lectures, representing a leader of the dispossessed and based on a homeless person who lived in the streets near the artist’s home. In Felix in Exile (1994), the black, female character, ‘Nandi’ acts as a surveyor of the land, explorer of the stars and witness of events. Other white South African artists have sometimes attempted the conceptual and critical denouncement of the stereotypical or racist representation of the black African body through its ironic presentation, parody and reversal. Perhaps aware of the contradictions that such practice might engender, Kentridge has never taken this approach. Instead, he acutely expresses a cultural dilemma, to which the only alternative would be artistic silence.
“I disagree that all portrayals – the fact of portrayal – entails paternalism. It implies that all representations are equal – that one does not have to look at them. I think Nandi is interesting in this regard. I struggled for a long time to find, not a form, but a persona for her. Victim, yes. But she had to be more, too. When she gained her theodolite and started drawing the landscape herself, she found her place in the film. Perhaps she could be a displaced self-portrait – is this imperialism to the nth degree? Maybe, but it ceased to be a problem that interested me. I was then intrigued by my personal displacement towards her – the eyes looking at each other.”
Everlyn Nicodemus and Kristian Romare have recently summed up the current position in the South African art world: ‘The post-apartheid art situation is stamped by the drastic inequality of the white and the black art scene, the latter, where it exists, being out of step to a degree that cannot be conjured away by liberal discourses or by simply leaving out the colour label (…) What Steve Biko wrote twenty-seven years ago on the games of white liberals, might prove to be applicable to the split art field today.’[1] Kentridge’s dilemma is that he cannot make modernist paintings – that is, he cannot pursue the fiction of making South Africa look ‘white’ – yet he cannot speak for the ‘black’, nor provide a platform or voice for the ‘other’. He can only explore a zone of uncertainty and shifting meanings, through the portrayal of his own personal situation, a ‘double-bind’ where guilt and expiation express the condition of the privileged.
Emancipation is therefore both a theme in Kentridge’s art and a principle underlying its form, media, technique, scale and experience.
Since the late 1970s, Kentridge has worked with a wide array of media and techniques, from charcoal drawing on paper to etching, from film to animation, from acting and set design to directing numerous theatrical productions. He has created video installations, and projected images onto buildings. He has made large-scale drawings on the landscape, and an outdoor work using fire. Often, Kentridge engages in collaborative projects with other artists. Currently, he is presenting his first opera production with Handspring Puppet Company, Il Ritorno d’Ulisse (1998), based on Claudio Monteverdi’s Il ritorno d’Ulisse in patria (1641). But however different and varied the languages he uses, they all have the simplicity and immediacy of a drawing, balancing design and control with improvisation and chance.
Kentridge is of Lithuanian and German-Jewish descent. His maternal great-Grandfather emigrated to South Africa just before the Boer war in the late 1800s, driven out of Eastern Europe by the Pogroms, and becoming a Hebrew teacher in Cape Town. His paternal great-grandfather, Woolf Kantorowitz, who was a ‘chazan’ (a chanter) and a ‘shochot’ (a ritual slaughterer), also travelled to South Africa at the turn of the century, changing his name to Kentridge. His maternal grandmother, Irene Newmark, who became Irene Geffen by marriage, was the first woman barrister in South Africa. Kentridge’s father, Sydney, is among the most renowned lawyers in the country, particularly engaged in defending victims of abuse during apartheid and involved in key political cases of the 1960s, 70s and 80s, including the inquest into Steve Biko’s death in 1977, the Treason trials and the Mandela trials. Kentridge’s mother, also an advocate, has been influential in the birth of the Legal Resources Centre. This organisation, which survives on grants and donations, provides legal assistance for people with no money to pay for it.
A student of Politics and African Studies in the 1970s, Kentridge took part early on in drama workshops and art classes, which he had begun even as a teenager at the Johannesburg Art Foundation under Bill Ainslie. Established in 1972, during apartheid, the JAF was founded on non-racial principles, offering art training and opportunities to different groups, with bursary funding for students unable to support their studies.
“I have never been able to escape Johannesburg. The four houses I have lived in, my school, studio, have all been withing three kilometres of each other. And in the end, all my work is rooted in this rather desperate provincial city. I have never tried to make illustrations of apartheid, but the drawings and the films are certainly spawned by, and feed off, the brutalised society left in its wake, I am interested ina political art, that is to say an art of ambiguity, contradiction, uncompleted gestures and uncertain endings. An art (and a politics) in which optimism is kept in check and nihilism at bay…”[2]
For several years, Kentridge taught etching at JAF, and although he made a number of early paintings, it was on the ‘poorer’ medium of drawing and rintmaking that he soon focused his attention. His first exhibition in 1979 included a number of monoprints and some drawings. These dark grey, claustrophobic works show figures in pits being watched from above by faceless individuals, a vision of people living in a closed society from which there is no escape. By association, one thinks of the walled gardens and barbed-wire-fenced homes of Johannesburg’s residential areas. These works prefigure later images of enclosure, such as the curtains around the hospital bed in History of the Main Complaint (1996) or the anatomy theatre setting of the recent Il Ritorno d’Ulisse (1998).
“When I started at art school, I used to do oil paintings, and I still make ‘Sunday paintings’. But oil painting is always, in some sense, trying to get an effect, something that looks like a nice picture. Drawing is a very different process. The speed of putting the marks down, the fact that they are dry yet changeable, and that you can alter the as quickly as you can think (you don’t have to wait for the paint to dry and then scrape it off), gives the work an immediacy. Also, I’m insecure about colour: I don’t trust my taste. Charcoal has a range of grey scales, and there are moments of colour that can come through, but the work is not constructed around the colour; it is constructed around line and tone. The drawings don’t start with ‘a beautiful mark’. It has to be a mark of something out there in the world. It doesn’t have to be an accurate drawing, but it has to stand for an observation, not something abstract like an emotion. I never say, ‘I have to make a sad drawing.’”
Experiencing feelings of inadequacy as a visual artist, however, Kentridge stopped making static works and developed his interest in film and theatre – with which he had already been actively involved since the mid-1970s as a member of the Junction Avenue Theatre Company, Johannesburg. In 1981-82, he went to Paris with his wife Anne Stanwix, an Australian medical doctor, where he studied mime and theatre at the Ecole Jacques Lecoq.
“After I had come back from theatre school in Paris, and had decided I wasn’t going to be an actor, and I wasn’t going to work as a painter, and I had to restrict myself to one craft, I thought I would be a film-maker. So I spent several years as an art director for other people’s films, learning the craft. One of the things I learned was the way the space in which people moved – film space – was so completely arbitrary and changeable. One’s normal, Renaissance sense of perspective – how rooms are created – was completely interchangeable once you started working with flats for walls, which you could shift or change. So the drawings that emerged from from the film work had to do with the freedom that came from being able to play with space.”[3]
It was not until 1984 that Kentridge returned to drawing, having learnt that the artificiality of space and lighting used in film could be applied to drawing. He engaged in a series of very large works on paper, sometimes narratively grouped in triptychs, which would later develop into the well-known animated films that he calls Drawings for Projection. These sketchy drawings present charged, haunted settings, rarely the open, barren landscapes of his later works. By entirely filling the space of the paper with different scenes, Kentridge presents multiple points of view, close to the Expressionist and post-Cubist structure of Max Beckmann’s satires. Multi-layered and dynamic, they combine deep, abysmal spaces with compressed perspectives. They are inhabited by women in pearls and men in evening dress – recalling a decadent Weimar style bourgeoisie and a carefree café society. Surrealist, allegorical images of animals and objects combine with the detritus of a recklessly urbanised wilderness. A sense of irony lies within the layers of these dramatic drawings. Works like the silkscreen triptych Art in a State of Grace, Art in a State of Hope, Art in a State of Siege (1988) frequently make reference to early, utopian vanguards such as Russian Futurism and Constructivism. By alluding to these socially engaged art movements in works that evoke to a far off, distant past, Kentridge presents a paradoxical approach to modernism, implying a nostalgia for these utopias, while suggesting that they are gone for good, that they have failed.
WK: The artists working in Weimar were working in a state of siege. In other words, the subject matter was about the possibility of failure, of attempts to transform the world, and the project is similar to mine. Iconographically, there are many images in my work that refer to men in dinner suits. In most cases, they have been either copies from photographs, or derive from people I saw one evening at the State Opera House in Pretoria. But there is also, obviously, a danger of being lost in a wonderful nostalgia for that era. What can one say about it? It was the last (with the exception of the Mexican muralist painters), great flowering of political art.
CCB: What about ideology? How does that interact with culture and politics? You speak a lot about culture and you speak about politics…
WK: …But not ideology. I think this is so, because ‘ideology’ is a word that is used to make a broad summary of the cultural activities and productions of a period. I was specifically interested, not in the simplification of that, but in expanding, elucidating its contradictions and complexities….
CCB: How do you feel about being part of South African society?
WK: It’s a mixture between feeling absolutely directly involved and committed, and the next minute thinking it’s all too hard and I must leave; and then thinking, you know, this is home; and the next moment thinking of a villa in Italy. I would like to make thoses sorts of quick internal changes coherent in my work. In other words, it’s not a question of free association or stream of consciousness, but as an image of incoherence, it represents coherent life activity.[4]
The triptych, Dreams of Europe (1984-5), is closely linked to the recent Il Ritorno d’Ulisse (1998) and stems from Hogarth’s The Rewards of Cruelty. It represents a naked body lying on a round table, being martyred by men in evening coats, smoking cigars. Indifferent to the humanity of their victim, they are intent on their quest for modern knowledge through anatomical study of the body, which becomes a pornographic spectacle.
“I only recently learned that triptychs were originally used as altarpieces. Beckmann, and particularly, Bacon, were the first artists whom I noticed employing the form. There are two different ways in which triptychs refer to panoramic, patchwork photography. Firstly, you have a series of images of the same place, but each is different because that space is occupied by a different centrepiece each time. Time has passed between each image, objects have been rearranged and even the viewpoint has changed slightly. Secondly, and far more importantly, is the dislocation of space. The impulse derives from successive images of the same place on a roll of film. The viewpoint is slightly changed and the perspective altered. Making a patchwork out of several photographs, the overlaps and dislocations are the exciting moments. You set up continuity between images and then refuse to let it happen.
Working with drawings in series also has to do with storytelling and with cooking and eating. The panels are the separate courses. If all the elements were together it would be too rich and not necessarily delicious either: asparagus and chocolate mousse in a porridge, rather than two very distinct moments in a meal. (…) There is no necessary continuity between the images. There is no allegorical, one-to-one meaning in the symbols that enables them to read like a book. But neither is it arbitrary or ‘anything goes.’ The story of the panels has to be told, finally, by the viewer. But not all are equal: there are good storytellers and bad, and like the topological transformations, there is, as likely as not, no solution. It is about the impossibility of factuality. Facts are not enough. The dancers in The Conservationists’ Ball are not on their own; whenever they dance there are always the police hyenas on roller skates outside and the flagellation in the inner chamber. Facts are not simple. They bring a whole trail of mud and slime with them, or like a comet, a train of frozen ice ahead of them. Facts are not fixed. The single viewpoint of the head-on image is on shaky epistemological ground – the deceitfulness of the view camera is a whole new area to investigate. The contradictions and dislocations are the interesting things, rather than the consistencies. It is not the strength of passion but its briefness that interests me.”[5]
In an attempt to create drawings that would ‘breathe’, and after a number of earlier experiments in film and animation, in 1989 Kentridge began to create his series of short animated films, Drawings for Projection: Johannesburg, 2nd Greatest City after Paris (1989), Monument (1990), Mine (1991), Sobriety, Obesity & Growing Old (1991), Felix in Exile (1994), History of the Main Complaint (1996) and WEIGHING…and WANTING (1998). Chronicling the rise and fall of Soho Eckstein and his alter ego Felix Teitlebaum, these films present the ills of avidity and power and the struggle for emancipation. Narrative emerges through a sequence of related scenes and recurring ‘personae’ reflecting different perspectives on the world and various parts of the artist’s own self. The magnate Soho Eckstein in his pin-striped suit buys land, builds mines and develops his ‘empire’, which finally crumbles. The sensual dreamer Felix Teitlebaum, always naked, falls in love with Eckstein’s wife and enters into a battle between good and evil with Eckstein against the background of the pain and suffering of exploited miners and land. The most recent films, History of the Main Complaint (1996) and WEIGHING…and WANTING (1998), portray more intimate, psychological and personal scenarios about consciousness and how to deal with memory and guilt in a post-apartheid era.
Kentridge’s sketchy drawing in many of the films, his chalk-line marks on black in Ubu Tells the Truth (1997), along with his ‘poor man’s’ animation technique, in which the film progresses jerkily through stopshoot techniques, recall utopian animation films of the 1960s. These anti-Disney experiments were a return to rudimentary techniques, made in an age in which animation was no longer a popular film form among adults, as it had been from the 1920s through to the 1950s. In the hands of these avant-garde artists, addressing adults and resisting the commodification of animation, this was a radical approach. When these techniques were appropriated by ads and music videos in the following decades, however, this potential was lost. But far from the ‘centre’, not hampered By the presence of these commercialised forms, Kentridge was able to reinvest these techniques with new possibilities. While most animation is made as a succession of static images, drawn on transparent celluloid and placed on a fixed background, Kentridge’s characters and backgrounds are integrated on the same sheet of paper. His bodies are not superimposed onto a setting, they are part of the landscape itself.
The fantastical world of animated film allows a sort of suspension of disbelief in viewing the work. It is a form that can easily shorten or extend time by the acceleration or slowing down of actions, and Kentridge uses this in different ways. A procession of workers, for example, fills the landscape in an impossibly short time, whilst the blinking of a character’s eyes may endure for several moments. Animation allows Kentridge to explore the transformation of things: a phone turning into a cat, water filling a room, buildings crumbling. On the other hand, because it is harder to move around an object than in live action film, Kentridge usually presents scenes frontally. More often than not, the camera is fixed to a certain spot, and only occasionally will he move it nearer to the drawing to get a close-up view, or to follow the movement of a detail like the mine shaft in Mine. Paradoxically, when Kentridge emulates the conventions of film he does so in the drawings themselves rather than in the way in which he films them (he will draw a ‘close-up’ or a ‘long-shot’ of a scene in preference to moving the camera). In Sobriety, Obesity & Growing Old, he draws a view of a building as if it were framed and filmed from below, looking upwards, a technique typical of Expressionist film.
The drawings are also influenced by the techniques of film montage. Sequences are selected and combined, cut and edited so that relationships are made by the viewer, and narrative is suggested by juxtaposing a rapid succession of sequences. Especially in the more recent films, the discourse does not necessarily flow according to chronological time. Sometimes, editing is fluid, at others, jump-cuts occur. Often, as when Kentridge alternates between Felix and Soho in the early films, or between perception and memory, reality and dream in the later ones, he shifts repeatedly between parallel scenes.
Animated drawings are also used as backdrops in the theatre productions that Kentridge has made in collaboration with the Handspring Puppet Company. The first of these, Woyzeck on the Highveld (1992), is a multi-media version of Georg Büchner’s 19th-century play Woyzeck. Transposing this story of a soldier who kills the woman he loves in a fit of jealous rage to the South African context, it explores the economic, social and personal pressures that push people to extreme acts of violence. The Handspring Puppet Company, directed by Basil Jones and Adrian Kohler, the creator of the carved puppets, was initially founded in 1981 as a puppet theatre for children. In 1989 they experimented with life-size puppets and created, in collaboration with the Junction Avenue Theatre Company, an apocalyptic vision of South Africa entitled Tooth and Nail, directed by Malcolm Purkey.
Together with Kentridge, as director and creator of animation, Handspring have made a series of unique performances including Faustus in Africa! (1995) and Ubu and the Truth Commission (1997). These combine onstage actors/puppeteers, roughly-carved, raw wood puppets or shadow puppets in ink on acetate, with projected film animation, which acts both as the scenery and as a visualisation of the thoughts of the various characters. The productions are characterised by the interrelationship and complex layering of different types of representation and narration: projected images, actors and puppets are all on stage at once and the audience is constantly shifting its attention between them. In this complex experience of different personae, the subject is not univocal or clear, but multiple, shifting. The puppets act like masks worn by the actors, and we project onto them, perceiving them as real, until, suddenly aware of the puppet handler, we snap back into an acknowledgement of the fiction. Sources for these hybrid productions are to be found in the history of English puppet theatre; in Japanese Bunraku; in the precolonial tradition of African puppet theatre, which joins oral story-telling with music, dance and sculpture; and even in education (puppets are used by the Venda as teaching tools).
Even after having broadened his practice into film, installation and theatre, Kentridge continues to conceive works as extended drawings – a pragmatic and practical form for unselfconsciously jotting down one’s ideas and experiences. Drawings can mutate and fluctuate; they can change by erasure and addition. They are an ideal medium for acting and reacting, moving back and forth between the making of spontaneous marks on the paper, and thought. They are also simple to transport, do not cost much to make, and, like prints, are easier to disseminate and communicate than oil paintings, sculpture or installation. Drawing is therefore an ideal medium for an artist working on the periphery of the art world.
As Okwui Enwezor states, ‘[The] tug of war between what is popular and widely available and what is unique and limited in distribution, has elicited varied responses from artists over the centuries. The woodcut and the printing press, followed by etching, lithography, photography, film and digital imagery, are all techniques of mass reproduction and dissemination that artists – particularly African artists – though still committed to the traditions of the unique, original work of art, have found to be an important means of reaching a wider public’.[6] Print-making, which came to the fore in South Africa in the 1970s,[7] has had a steady history there since the 1950s when the artist Katrine Harries taught it in Cape Town, promoting black and white etching and lithography in the making of books or portfolios. Artists such as John Muafangejo made linocuts that bridged sociopolitical commentary and religious storytelling in serial, narrative prints.
Kentridge has consistently studied drawings and prints by past artists. These include Goya’s Disasters of War and Hogarth’s satires, to which he dedicated the portfolio of eight etchings Industry and Idleness, shown in 1987 as part of a collaborative project ‘Three Hogarth Satires’, with artists Deborah Bell and Robert Hodgins. Kentridge has worked with Bell and Hodgins on several occasions since then: on the etching project Little Morals (1991); the computer animation and print project Easing the Passing (of the Hours) (1992-93), inspired by a phrase from Jorge Luis Borges; on the film with actors and drawings Memo (1993-94); and, under the initial impulse of Hodgins, on a series of etchings inspired by Alfred Jarry’s play Ubu Roi (1888) entitled Ubu Tells the Truth, made in 1996.
Jarry’s satire about an insane despot, grotesquely abusing his arbitrary power has provided a metaphor for several South African artists working in the wake of apartheid. Kentridge’s etchings, which layer Jarry’s drawings of Ubu with his own contrasting studies of a naked man, suggest both that a number of disjunctive selves can coexist within the same person and imply that there is an Ubu inside us all. The Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which was set up in 1996, is a series of on-going hearings at which public testimony of atrocities committed during apartheid is given by victims or witnesses seeking redress, as well as by perpetrators of abuses who confess their deeds in exchange for amnesty. Publicly screened on television in South Africa, the hearings are intended to contribute to a healing process and create a context for national reconciliation. By combining the Ubu theme with the meaning and implications of the TRC, Kentridge would develop in 1997 some of his most intense work around this theme: the film and video collage also called Ubu Tells the Truth, and the theatre production Ubu and the Truth Commission, a collaboration with Handspring Puppet Company of Johannesburg and South African writer Jane Taylor.
Kentridge does not fetishise authorship, nor glorify notions of formal and stylistic quality in art. He finds collaboration with other artists rewarding precisely because he values content and dialogue over predefined form, ethics over ‘the artist’s touch’. His way of working with others recalls a musician’s jam session, or community-oriented political and oppositional art, or the workshop theatre that emerges in contexts of social conflict through groups such as Junction Avenue Theatre Company. Collaboration provides a way of going beyond the ‘aura’ of the unique artwork without recourse to the censoring of manual art practice – the attempt to eliminate all form of subjective presence carried out by many recent artists in response to the authoritarian and reactionary nature of neo-Expressionist art. Another way to achieve this objective is to conceive the drawing as a sketch for something else, such as an animated film (an ‘applied’ drawing, as Kentridge himself has called his works, alluding to ‘applied’ versus ‘pure’ science). Focus shifts away from the drawing itself towards the advancement of the film, and preciousness of authorship is kept in check.
Memory and Geography (1995) was a collaboration with the Danish artist Doris Bloom. Conceived as a series of different works, it included an enormous, white chalk, diagrammatic line drawing of a heart in the barren landscape, to be imagined as if seen from above. This recalled the ancient rock drawings of South Africa, the country’s earliest known artistic productions, images engraved and painted on stone surfaces some 30,000 years ago. Kentridge and Bloom did not modify the landscape like many Land artists of the 1960s. They used it as a sheet of drawing paper onto which the white design of the heart functions like a gigantic emblem, a constellation projected from the sky onto the ground. By overlaying this anatomical drawing on the landscape, a metaphor is set up between the land and the body, a theme that recurs again and again in Kentridge’s animations. As part of the same project, the artists drew a gigantic utopian gate on the ground in front of the power plant in Newtown Johannesburg, which was then set alight.
Kentridge’s naturally sceptical outlook questions the optimism that harbours the ideal of a ‘Rainbow Nation’ capable of harmoniously joining many diversities in a new, post-nationalist country. His most recent film, Weighing… and Wanting (1998), far from presenting a hopeful picture of the current situation, thematises insecurity, the precarious and fragile nature of all forms of psychic, domestic or social harmony, as well as the endemic nature of conflict. In Okwui Enwezor’s words: ‘African subjectivity and white interests seem to intersect in the contest for the meaning of identity in post-apartheid South Africa. It appears that the struggle for this meaning hinges on who controls the representational intentionality of the body politic, especially its archive of images: symbolic and literal.’[8] In this context, Kentridge seems to adopt the only viable position: a retreat from the contest over which images should represent the new, decolonised South Africa, focusing instead on the intimate mechanisms of individual anamnesis, remembering one’s past illnesses, one’s indirect responsibility for the brutal conditions of apartheid, in a process of personal healing that must precede and may lead by extension to broader changes in society.
The official, colonial, ‘white history’ of modern art in South Africa begins in 1871 with the exhibitions in Cape Town organised by the South African Fine Arts Association. This group of artists was a conservative, academic off-shoot of waning European traditions, far from the new trends, such as Impressionism, that had emerged in Europe. Ironically, while European artists were looking at African art as a source material through which to develop an art of essences, to break with the tradition of European Realism, white South African artists were dismissing the cultural traditions of Africa as ‘primitive’ curiosities. The earliest colonial painters were illustrators, catering to European audiences with scenic paintings of a distant and exotic place. These images, along with prints from the colonial period commonly found in Europe in the 19th century, form the basis of Kentridge’s Colonial Landscapes (1995-96). In these charcoal drawings on paper of a lush and bountiful imaginary African landscape, red pastel surveyors’ marks indicate how such landscapes were more projections of, and onto, the land than accurate depictions.
“These drawings come from the work I had been doing on Faustus in Africa! The source was a 19th century volume of the diaries of ‘African explorers’, illustrated with engravings of the exotic other the travellers were passing through. Part of the pleasure of doing the drawings was working with the ‘code’ of engraved marks, and playing with the mediations from the raw veld, to the sketchbook of the traveller, back to London to do the professional engraving shop where the view would be re-dramatised, and engraved, to a hundred years on, looking at these yellowing pages. The new red marks are both beacons erected in the landscape and the surveyor’s theodolite markings of the image in a viewfinder.”[9]
“There is a sense of drawing a social or historical landscape. The process of actually making the drawing finds that history because the landscape itself hides it.”
In the 19th and early 20th centuries, artists such as Jan Ernst Abraham Volschenk (1853-1936) celebrated a green countryside of pastures and glens. They depicted broad, open spaces in the tradition of Romanticism and European landscape painting, showing little or no interest in depicting the human condition or the history of colonisation embedded within the landscape. This reflects the colonial vision of white South Africans prior to urbanisation, ‘accustomed to space and elbow room… traditional votaries of the freedom of the great sunlit outdoors.’[10] The landscapes that appear in Kentridge’s works question these earlier depictions, exposing the fallacy of a romantic ideal of pure, unadulterated ‘nature’ in an area of Africa where the terrain has been ecologically disrupted and abused by the growth of mining plants. He counters these Arcadian views with the reality of a barren landscape ridden with mining and civil engineering detritus, elements that represent the fact of human passage and are historical traces of the history of South Africa. The landscape appears like a ‘drawn’ scene or an imperfectly erased ‘text’ to be recovered and ‘read’ through. Furthermore, he contradicts the ideal of the empty landscape, by populating his barren wastelands of abandoned machinery and billboards with processions of labourers, thereby rendering ‘visible’ the erased and segregated population.
The land is also used as a metaphor for the body and vice versa. In Weighing…and Wanting for example, physical abuse is associated with the disruption of the landscape when the charcoal marks indicating lacerations on the back of a naked woman are transformed into parts of a civil engineering structure sited in a mining area. ‘Bodies, in South Africa, are marked spatially: the dream of the apartheid map was to fix racial identities within designated geographic spaces: ‘Separate Development’…Ultimately, much of the ideological work of apartheid was to misrepresent the movement of persons back and forth, and to create the phantom that ‘peoples’ had been fixed into given places, that somehow they belonged there for reasons of ethnic affiliation.’[11]
During the 20th century, African artists have operated in various directions, developing sources as varied as Abstract Expressionism, lyrical abstraction, academic landscape painting, Surrealism, or working with popular sign painting, neo-Primitivism and Social Realism. Kentridge’s Expressionism, however, seems to be peculiar to South Africa. Contemporary artists there who make direct references to it are developing a tradition that began with the work of Maggie Laubser and Irma Stern in the 1930s and 40s. Stern studied in Germany in the pre-war era, bringing back the legacy of Expressionism in an art of visual images distorted by subjective feelings, which she combined with a knowledge of Munch and African tribal sculpture. Similarly, Wolf Kibel (1903-1938), an Eastern European painter who emigrated to South Africa, brought information about Soutine and Chagall, and developed a raw style of sketchy, unsure contours. Kentridge would develop these Expressionist sources but never conceded to the sensuous delight in colour of the earlier white South African painters, preferring the dark tones of charcoal.
Kentridge’s grounding of his work in narrative, which essentially began with his first animated film about Soho Eckstein/Felix Teitlebaum in 1989, also draws on sources from black African, and particularly, South African, art. There may well be an indirect relationship between this approach and the tradition of oral storytelling in Africa, or the poetic narration of legends and histories by the griot. The oil and gouache scenes of Gerald Sekoto (1913-1993) show dusty streets, backyards, ramshackle houses and people engaged in the various activities of daily life in Sophiatown (a settlement on the outskirts of Johannesburg, bulldozed in 1955 in accordance with apartheid directives, its inhabitants dispersed into different ethnic communities of the Soweto conglomerate). These unpretentious images, with their simple, almost cartoon-like depictions of urban slum dwellers, their celebration of the life of the disadvantaged, find echoes in Kentridge’s drawings. Sekoto left for Paris in 1947 and spent the rest of his life in exile. His work was generally reappraised in South Africa in the late 1980s.
During the 1960s, a black urban art centring on scenes of township life emerged. Initially growing out of the Polly Street Art Centre under the impulse of Cecil Skotnes, it became known as Township Art. In part, this work was connected with the emergence of independence movements and the global breakdown of colonial power. More importantly, however, it reflected the demands of the South African art market, which would accept nothing but these township scenes (mainly watercolours, drawings and prints) from black artists. However, the art of Dumile (Mslaba Zwelidumile Fene, 1942-1991) stands apart. At a time when European and American artists were involved in Pop Art, Minimalism, Land Art, post-Minimalism and Conceptual Art, he was expanding the Expressionist and Realist tradition. He created ink, crayon and charcoal works on paper within the framework of the Black Consciousness movement as it developed through close relationships between writers, political activists such as Steve Biko and artists in the United States and South Africa. He finally emigrated to the USA in 1968.
“As a teenager I went to Bill Ainslie’s studio for art lessons two evenings a week. He was a very important figure in the Johannesburg art world of the 1960s and 1970s as a teacher. He gave considerable support to black artists who later became significant, particularly Dumile. Dumile made remarkably strong, demonic drawings, either in ballpoint pen on a small scale, or in charcoal on a large scale. That was the first time I understood the power of figurative, large-scale charcoal drawings – that they could be so striking. I saw him working at Bill Ainslie’s studio, and he ahd the capacity to express things on a scale that I thought drawings could not achieve. He is the key local artist who influenced me.”
Also during this period, the UN censored South Africa and in 1974 voted to suspend the country’s membership. The Sharpeville massacre of 1960 followed demonstrations against pass laws, leaving 69 dead and 180 wounded. This triggered repugnance for apartheid around the world. Photographs of the massacred bodies, lying bleeding on the ground, form part of the source material for Felix in Exile (1994), combined with art historical reference to Goya’s 3rd of May 1808 (1814).
“A friend who was making a documentary on the history of Soweto told me he’d come across some extraordinary police photographs of people who had been shot, lying in the veld. Without seeing these images, the idea of these images of people lying dead in the veld forced themselves on me as something that could be drawn. When I actually saw the photos themselves, they were very different from how I imagined them. There were people lying the corridors, people lying in small spaces. In fact, none of them were out in the veld. If I had actually seen the photographs first, I probably would not have made this connection with people lying out in the landscape. When I actually started making Felix in Exile, I began with these bodies lying out in the veld. And they were extraordinary photos – drawing them was an important process. The images I was shown were terrifying and impossible to look at, but the moment I started drawing them, a different process happened, in terms of what it meant to look at them. What became interesting was the way in which making drawings of the images, the activity of drawing, in a way tamed the images, made them manageable, made the events they were describing graspable. Drawing something is a way of controlling it – not in real life, but in the life of one’s mind.
Another photo came from the massacre outside Sharpeville. At the time, I was six years old and my father was one of the lawyers for the families of the people who had been killed. I remember coming once into his study and seeing on his desk a large, flat Kodak box, and lifting the lid off of it – it looked like a chocolate box. Inside were images of a woman with her back blown off, someone with only half her head visible. The impact of seeing these images for the first time – when I was six years old – the shock – was extraordinary. I understood that the world was not how I imagined it at all, that things happened in the world that were inconceivable. So I would say that although when I was drawing the bodies for Felix in Exile I did not have the Sharpeville massacre in mind – this was only a connection I made some months or years later – I’m sure that, in a sense, it was trying to tame those images.
In the same way, when I was four or five, I had been driving in a car with my grandfather, and out of the side window I saw two people kicking a third man on the edge of the road, which was also for me a shocking image of violence. I mention it because that image comes into History of the Main Complaint. To go back to the drawings of the bodies: there’s obviously the reference to Sharpeville, but the actual images that I chose to draw – because I drew maybe only eight out of hundreds of photos – were very close to images I’d seen in classical and Renaissance paintings. One of them reminded me of a figure in Goya’s 3rd of May 1808, of a person lying on the ground. Another, of a person shot in 1992, I recognised today at Brera, in the Mantegna painting of the foreshortened Dead Christ. I realised that was what made me choose that image.”[12]
In 1974, the leadership of BPC (Black People’s Convention), the political movement in which Biko was a key figure, was tried under the Terrorism act, for fomenting student unrest. In June 1976, riots broke out in Soweto and in the townships, sparked by protest against the forced use of Afrikaans rather than English in schools. More than 700 people were killed before the end of the riots. Biko was arrested and died in jail while in the custody of the security police the following year.
The progressive international isolation of South African artists in the 1970s, due to the political boycott of their country, meant that they could not exhibit in international exhibitions such as the Venice Biennale. Some responded with a sense of common purpose and engagement. Dumile’s portrayal of poverty, brutality and fear in the townships, had preceded by ten to fifteen years an Expressionist style that was to characterise a branch of South African Resistance Art. This term was coined following the Soweto uprising to refer to art politically engaged in the fight against apartheid. Artists, both white and black, including Kentridge and Cyprian Shilakoé, adopted this style in their vivid denunciations of apartheid society.
The 1980s were characterised by violence and a state of near war with vigilante squads and Casspirs (riot-control vehicles to which Kentridge has dedicated a series of ironic works called Casspirs Full of Love). Rubber bullets, water cannons and sharp ammunition were fired against demonstrators. The first State of Emergency was declared in 1985. Young people in the townships created open-air assemblages or ‘peace parks’, naming them after leaders such as Nelson Mandela. These were destroyed by police forces.
A number of South African artists went into voluntary exile. Some of those who stayed developed forms of Protest art, and there was a tendency towards co-operative community expression and collaborative projects across art forms. A key venue for these events was The Market Theatre complex in Johannesburg, with its annex, The Market Gallery, which had opened in 1976, and where Kentridge took part in both plays and exhibitions.
Art shows such as ‘The Neglected Tradition’ (1988), curated by Steven Sack, suggested a new history of South African art by reviewing the contribution of black artists since 1930. ‘Tributaries’ (1985) questioned the boundaries and significance of modernist art, and included works by black rural artists such as Nelson Mukhuba, who combined traditional carving and clay modelling with material products of contemporary urban culture. The need to address issues of cultural diversity, both in exhibition-making and in postmodernist theory, came to the forefront in South Africa, as in the international art arena, by the end of the 1980s. Also at this time the Western notion of ‘Fine Arts’, central since the Renaissance, was extended in a review of the distinction between Fine Arts and other cultural production, which up to then had been referred to as ‘craft’ or ‘minor arts’.
Following on from this development, in 1991 the Cape Town Triennale exhibition introduced new categories, distinct from painting, drawing and sculpture, in an attempt to include craft-based forms such as beadwork. As a result of this, Kentridge submitted his animated film Sobriety, Obesity & Growing Old, which subsequently won an award.
“I had submitted my film to test their boundaries. If beadwork was acceptable, why not film work? A number of the submitting artists were offended by the inclusion of both beadwork and the film.”
When apartheid finally came to an end with the election to power of the ANC in 1994, it became necessary to constitute a new national, post-apartheid identity in a post-nationalist period, through processes of individual and collective memory, shifting from a notion of objective and linear ‘history’ to the pluralist possibilities of ‘histories’. Art, it was felt, could play an important role in this healing process. The first Johannesburg Biennale, in 1995, curated by Lorna Ferguson, set out both to engage local constituencies in this process of identity-building, and to re-inscribe South African Art into the international art world. Kentridge’s work could be interpreted as a construction of an allegory of nationhood that stages the process of remembering and recognising through the theme of healing, which occurs on the part of the artist through the experience of drawing itself, and, on the part of the viewer, through viewing the film. While Resistance Art in the 1980s had been mainly characterised by images of popular struggle and battles against apartheid forces, Kentridge’s method of joining intimate stories of personal longing and desperation with broader social conflict has been constant throughout his career, even in his earlier drawings. This approach points to a more complex and personal way of representing and constructing subjectivity within the new national narrative: ‘Images of individual loss, the textures of private grief, or memory, little places of intimate longing.’[13] Although Kentridge’s work in theatre with the Handspring Puppet Company had been internationally renowned since the 1992 production of Woyzeck on the Highveld, presented at the Theater der Welt Festival, Munich and in Antwerp in 1993, it was the Johannesburg Biennial that created a first context for his appraisal by the international visual art community, and exhibitions followed in Europe, including the ‘Istanbul Biennale’ (1995), ‘Jurassic Technologies Revenant: Biennale of Sydney’ (1996), ‘Campo 6, The Spiral Village’ (1996), ‘Città Natura’ (‘997)’ the ‘Havana Biennial’ (1997) and ‘documenta X’ (1997).
Kentridge’s technique of erasure echoes one of the strategies of racism in the Modern Age. Modernity is a two-sided coin: on the one hand, it values progress, reason and the universal values of the Enlightenment, such as democracy. On the other, it values individual (the person) and collective subjectivity (the nation). When State and Nation coincide, racism develops either on the basis of rendering the group it discriminates against inferior and ‘invisible’ (erased) by allocating in it the menial tasks in society (oppression), or on the basis of segregation and differentiation of a group because its cultural characteristics are perceived as dangers to the purity and integrity of the dominating group’s culture (separation).
As far back as one wants to go in history, human communities have always been aggressed by others, kept at a distance or considered inferior. However, certain specific characteristics of modern racism have emanated from the body of ideas and the social and economic structures of modernity. Racist ideology is dominated by the scientific pretence of objective truth, based on the research and writings of explorers, philosophers, anatomists, physiologists, doctors, phrenologists and anthropologists, especially since the 18th century. But discrimination and violence are also modem in the sense that they are the fruits of the great changes made during the Renaissance with discoveries’, migrations, openings of market economies, urbanisation and industrialisation of western civilisation. Through colonialism, modernity tended towards integrating peoples into its project, therefore erasing them by dissolving them into Westernised culture.
Apartheid in South Africa combined oppressive discrimination through exploitation with differentiation and separation.’[14] In the post-World War II period, South African apartheid became the emblem of the continuation of racism after the Holocaust, and its intimate relationship with capitalist structures of power.
“I envy people who can get on with their work without having to bring the history of the world along with them. At some remote level it is a precondition that dogs my work.”[15]
‘At a time when 9,000 Jews were being exterminated each day’, wrote George Steiner in 1965, ‘neither the RAF nor the US Air Force bombed the ovens or sought to blow up the camps (…) I wonder what would have happened if Hitler had played the game after Munich, if he had simply said, ‘I will make no move out of the Reich so long as I am allowed a free hand inside my borders’. Dachau, Buchenwald and Theresienstadt would have operated in the middle of the 2Oth-century European civilisation until the last Jew in reach had been made soap (…) Society might, on occasion, have boycotted German wines. But no foreign power would have taken action. Tourists would have crowded the Autobahn and spas of the Reich, passing near, but not too near, the death camps as we now pass Portuguese jails or Greek prison islands (…) Men are accomplices to that which leaves them indifferent.[16]
Kentridge’s art stresses the importance of remembering and takes a stance against the risk of lapsing into amnesia and disavowal of historical memory, as well as of psychic removal, characteristic of society after traumatic events. Guilt, complicity and indirect responsibility are key themes in his art. In connection with this he portrays the intolerable position of being a survivor and a witness. In Sobriety, Obesity & Growing Old Felix is a witness of protest marches; in Felix in Exile he watches abuses and the shooting of Nandi from his hotel room. And in History of the Main Complaint (1996) Soho/Felix observes violent brutality through the window of his car.
In many ways, Kentridge’s themes recall the preoccupations of Holocaust survivors, just as his drawings sometimes echo those of labour camp prisoners. The hard physical toil and the notorious ‘boxes’ – bunk-beds stacked one above the other – depicted in Mine bring to mind drawings by artist prisoners in labour camps such as Henri Pieck, Auguste Favier, or Boris Taslitzky. Further associations arise through the imagery of gassing or burning: the crematorium chimney, smoke, the sombre, charcoal atmosphere. And his procession of the dispossessed suggests not individuals, but the dehumanised masses incarcerated in the camps. Yet be never adopts the extreme Expressionism of Zoran Music’s skeletal corpses, hovering out of context. The Holocaust transcends its original meaning and becomes a symbol of the tragedy of modernity as a whole.
Prague, Berlin, Vienna and Paris in the 1920s were permeated with the erudite urbanity of European Jewish culture. Caught between Nazism and Stalinism, this was erased. Jews involved in the social utopia of Communism and the Russian revolution, were cast aside when Communism turned to nationalism and technocracy. Kentridge’s use of erasure echoes this pitiless law of history: when beaten or shot bodies lie bleeding to death in Felix in Exile the landscape reabsorbs them, and little or no traces are left. When, in WEIGHING… and WANTING, lying in the lap of his beloved, Soho Eckstein’s heart and mind become preoccupied with business, she is erased and turns into a telephone. Erasure, however, is never perfect: it leaves traces.
In 1949, Theodor Adorno stated that after Auschwitz there can be no more lyric poetry. For many reasons, Kentridge does not agree. In Europe and America, after World War II it seemed impossible to render through the mediation of language the horror of the experience, as well as ethically unjust to create an aesthetic experience out of such brutal real-life events. In the face of the nightmare of the Holocaust, witnessed directly or indirectly, through personal testimonies, documentary footage and photo graphs, silence and mute stupor seemed the only viable and appropriate responses. This ushered in along with the philosophy of Existentialism, a generation of abstract artists associated with European ‘art autre’ or ‘art informal’, or American Abstract Expressionism and Action painting. The artist’s gesture became synonymous with gaining a sense of absolute presence, of identification between self and world as the only tenable mode of existence. Pollock’s drip paintings, Dubuffet’s Art Brut, Wols’ tentative and intimate marks and graffiti, or Burri’s torn and sutured sacking were examples of this response to the overwhelming nature of recent historical events.
“Alas there is lyric poetry. Alas, because of the dulling of sensibilities we must have in order to make that writing or reading possible. But of course, also, thank goodness that such poetry can still be read. The dulling of memory is both a failure and a blessing.”
In Western art, this attitude marked the decline of figuration and Expressionism, as well as of the satirical and oppositional art of the pre-war years. Advanced artists felt that a direct representation of concentration camp scenes – barbed wire, striped camp uniforms, brutal guards, watchtowers, etc.- ran the risk of banalising the horror into stereotypical images and spectacle, into predictable and over-explicit representations. By abstracting the representation, art, it seemed, became more universal, and therefore more true. Furthermore, figurative art was identified with pre-war ‘arts of power’, such as Italian Novecento, or post-war Social Realism. This rejection of figurative art was founded on a notion of authenticity and identification between signifier and signified.
A notion of authenticity, already present in post-war ‘informel’ abstraction, continued to be central to art throughout the 1960s in Europe and America, even in Arte Povera and Land Art, which emerged in contrast to, and as a rejection of, what appeared to be the social indifference of post-war abstraction and Abstract Expressionism. And even Pop art, which questioned the notion of avant-garde ‘originality’, could not adopt traditional, mimetic representation. Figuration could be used only in so far as the image was already a ‘sign’ in and of itself prior to the artist’s appropriation of it as with billboards, posters and magazine advertisements. In Minimalism, Land Art and Arte Povera, representation was also rejected as inauthentic: in many cases, the site itself hic et nunc, determined the artwork. In other cases, raw and found organic and inorganic materials were used by artists in lieu of representation as ‘attitudes become form’ (as the title of a well-known exhibition in Bern in 1969 suggested), or artists like Christo ‘packaged’ the real.
Conceptual art emerged out of dissatisfaction with the ability of Pop and Minimalism radically to disrupt society, and posited critical thought itself as artwork. Based on the politicised cultural critique associated with the New Left and the School of Frankfurt, it rejected the isolated, auratic art object and treated critical language in terms of its physicality, its modes of production and communication and engagement with the urban environment. However, even though much Conceptual practice was based on active political engagement, it remained the aloof product of intellectual and artistic circles, and was even co-opted by advertising and media. In some ways it failed to reach its objectives. As Jeff Wall has remarked: ‘Conceptual art’s feeble response to the clash of its political fantasies with the real economic conditions of the art world marks out its historical limit as critique. Its political fantasy curbs itself at the boundary of market economy.’[17]
This created a context for the questioning of the radical nature of Conceptual art by artists working on the periphery of the international art world in places where the effects of capitalism and racism on daily life were all too real. In South Africa, Kentridge perceived Conceptual art as too cryptic, over-intellectualised and removed from the reality of human suffering. In Europe, by the late 1970s, Conceptualism had reached a form of solipsistic isolation from the audience, and a sense of the collapse of its utopian avantgardism ushered in a reactionary return to tradition and romantic forms of regressive atelier painting with New Painting and Neo-Expressionism in the early 1980s. Advanced and politically committed artists could not engage in this practice, which was felt to reinstate Romantic notions of authorship and heroism, beyond any sense of art’s role in society. New painting was also associated with the commercialisation and institutionalisation of contemporary art during the 1980s.
It is perhaps precisely because Kentridge’s art developed at a distance from Europe and these debates during the late 1970s and 1980s- far from Kiefer and Baselitz- that he was able to take a fresh look at the progressive and socially critical tradition of pre-war Expressionism and figuration. He could therefore question both the anti-iconic nature of modernist, avant-garde abstract art, as well as the Conceptual legacy of the School of Frankfurt. Yet his work is not a nostalgic and reactionary return to figuration because the romantic (and ‘phallic’) element is absent humour, a sense of process, poor materials such as charcoal and paper, the provisional nature of each image keep those neo-Expressionist elements at bay.
Kentridge addresses uncertainty and process because they allow the Self to approach the work with humility and openness to change, rather than with preconceptions and authority. He is able to avoid the central, authoritarian modern gaze – the panoptikon – by splitting the Self into many different voices and identities: Soho, Felix Nandi, Harry, etc. Like his undefined drawing style, these selves are never fixed, but constantly shifting, splitting, condensing and dividing. His questioning of authority runs parallel to his doubts about modernity as a whole. Modernity is the culture of progress and the Enlightenment but also of colonialism and industrialisation, of idealism and historicism, as well as of scientific thought. His oblique criticism of South African landscape painting by Pretoria artist Jacob Hendrik Pierneef (1886-1957) goes beyond a question of subject matter. His attitude towards the artistic act of representation itself is at odds with Pierneef’s vision that beauty and harmony are responsive to mathematical laws. Pierneef’s paintings were based on strong, authoritative measurements of space and his compositions were an integrated system of related, regular forms, partly recalling Mondrian, partly Art Deco geometrical stylisation of organic shapes. Paintings such as Bushveld Game Reserve (1951) represent a frozen, clean, inhuman landscape, in which time is suspended. Kentridge’s horror vacui early drawings are messy, dynamic and filled with the drama of humanity.
The modernist dream, as represented through functional architecture, is also re-coded by Kentridge: Soho’s ‘home’ in WEIGHING… and WANTING (1998), and Ulisse’s palace in Il Ritorno d’Ulisse (1998), stem from a house in Sergei Eisenstein’s film The General Line (1928). These images evoke Le Corbusier’s utopia, but also the lost dream of modernism in contemporary suburban architecture.
Whether in his recent theatrical productions or in his early drawings, Kentridge rarely offers the viewer the fantasy of a direct gaze onto the world, and the mechanism of vision itself is a theme in his work. In the films, the camera eye and tripod constitute an ambiguous image: it is both the emblem of surveillance, a central, hierarchical and controlling eye, and the artist’s gaze, which allows his drawings and films to be made.
Kentridge stages indirect, oblique views that underline the way in which knowledge is negotiated between experience and memory, as well as mediated through communication systems and cultural stereotypes. He often suggests how in life we are subject to the power of the media, how we willingly accept the filters that distance us from a reality we do not want to see, devices that psychically smooth away the crudeness of that reality. The drawings and projected films are filled with images of billboards, which are drawn in the urban landscape – pictures within the picture itself. The theatre productions juxtapose and layer puppets, actors and backdrop projection, causing the audience to shift continuously between different registers of viewing and interpreting the relationship between signifier and signified. In Felix in Exile we do not see Nandi directly, but through Felix’s memory of her, and even her drawings are viewed through his eyes as he looks through a pile of them in a suitcase. Similarly, the African landscape and the bodies of felled protesters are seen only through Nandi’s theodolite, framed by her red contours and marks on the land/paper. In History of the Main Complaint (1996), when Soho is ill in hospital, we are granted a view into his body only through picture imaging techniques such as CAT scans and X-rays. As we penetrate his anatomy by way of this mediation – as participants in the doctors’ examination – we see internalised signs of his past emerging in the form of telephones and other office tools. Parallel to this, he remembers scenes of roadside beatings to which we are introduced obliquely, through fragments of his partially erased experiences. But the original experiences were already filtered and indirect, witnessed through the windshield of his car: the viewer therefore perceives them doubly mediated. Our obscene gaze is reversed and sent back to us by the eyes of Felix/Soho disquietingly reflected back at us from the rear-view mirror, implicating us through this mirroring in an awareness of possible indirect responsibility.
This oblique and multiple gaze recalls the interrogative, open and non-prescriptive filmmaking referred to by Trinh T. Min-Ha in 1992: ‘More and more, there is a need to make films politically (as differentiated from making political films. (…) the making itself is political (…) A responsible work today seems to me, above all, to be one that shows, on the one hand, a political commitment and an ideological lucidity, and is, on the other hand, interrogative by nature, instead of being merely prescriptive. In other words, a work that involves her story in history; a work that acknowledges the difference between lived experience and representation (…) To work against this levelling of differences is also to resist the very notion of difference, which, defined in the Master’s terms always resorts to the simplicity of essences.’[18] Although Kentridge does not claim to make films ‘politically’, he does recognise that making them with a sense of how they can reflect the ways in which we construct meaning for ourselves can have an implicit, political polemic.
Kentridge’s works are narrative in that they suggest a story, even if it is compressed into a single drawing or scene. But the films progress through juxtapositions and cuts between separate scenes, taking on a visionary, dreamy quality, so that no definitive story ever emerges, and the indistinct space between the experience of reality and the experience of the mind is evoked. Mechanisms of condensation and distortion are introduced. There is no linear, temporal progression in the films, and time is especially fractured in the more recent works, where the uneven and subjective perception of duration is evoked – some moments moving faster than real time, others expanding the experience of an instant. Past and present, reality and fiction continuously shift and blend. Like processes of personal memory, the films are disordered: elements are selected, combined, replicated and deleted. They evoke the fact that it is impossible to remember everything, but it is equally impossible totally to forget. And in order to remember, one must be able to forget. By allowing traces of imperfect erasure to remain visible in the images, time is amplified; ‘before’ and ‘now’ overlap and subjectivity is experienced as a passage, hovering in a zone between forgetting and recalling.
While staging very personal investigations, the films explore a border zone where Self/Other are not distinguished or defined as opposites. They recall the notion of the psychoanalyst, artist and feminist theorist Bracha Lichtenberg of a ‘matrixial gaze’ stemming from a notion of feminine prenatal relationship to the world not based on opposition but on the possibility of surpassing borderlines and definitions in a process of continuous metamorphosis and transformation.’[19]
Both in terms of style and content, Kentridge’s art denies coherence, clarity, static definition, separation between past and present, self and other, stability and universalism, and in so doing creates an art of ‘resistance’ to modernism and postmodernism. In the same way, his work loses all form of racial (or gender) distinction: it is neither ‘black’ nor ‘white’, but simply ‘African’. It is an art from a border zone where both ‘Europeanness’ and ‘Negritude’ are seen as nostalgic utopias. It explores neither the ‘private’ dimension of memory nor the ‘collective’ one of mythology or history. In some ways it is a ‘domestic’ art, born on the periphery, and grounded in the locality of Johannesburg, refuting emulation of the product of a distant ‘centre’. It is an art ‘amazed’ by the fact that, despite these characteristics, it has managed to reach into parts of the centre it assumed it could not hope to penetrate.
[1] Everlyn Nicodemus and Kristian Romare, ‘Africa, Art Criticism and the Big Commentary’, Third Text, London, Winter 1997-98, no. 31 pp.63-65.
[2] Statement in William Kentridge: Drawings for Projection. Four Animated Films, Goodman Gallery, Johannesburg and in French in Revue Noire, no. 11, Paris, December 193 – January 1994, p.23.
[3] From interview published in G. Davis, A. Fuchs, Theatre and Change in South Africa, Harwood Academic Publishers, 1996.
[4] Interview with Amanda Jephson and Nicholas Vergunst, ADA, no, 4, Cape Town, December 1987 – January 1998, pp. 6-7.
[5] ‘Triptychs’, unpublished note, 1985.
[6]Okwui Enwezor, ‘Neglected Artform or Poor Relation? The Importance of Printmaking in Africa’ in Kendell Geers, ed, Contemporary South African Art. The Gencor Collection, Jonathan Ball Publishers, Johannesburg, 1997, pp.70-71.
[7] For an overview of printmaking in South Africa, see Philippa Hobbs & Elizabeth Rankin, Printmaking in a Transforming South Africa, David Philip, Cape Town and Johannesburg, 1997
[8] Okwui Enwezor, ‘Reframing the Black Subject’, Third Text, no.40, London, Autumn 1997, p.25.
[9] Statement on Colonial Landscapes, 1996, published in leaflets for Annandale Gallery, Sydney, 1996 and Goodman Gallery, 1997.
[10] Esmé Berman, Painting in South Africa, Southern Book Publishers, South Africa,1993, p.xix
[11] Jane Taylor, Colours: Kunst Aus Sudafrika, Haus der Kulturen der Welt, Berlin, 1996, (catalogue) n.p. (English translation from original author’s ms)
[12] Lecture, Triennale, Milan, 19 November 1997, published in Facts and Fiction, ed. R. Pinto, Commune di Milano, 1998.
[13] Jane Taylor, Colours: Kunst Aus Sudafrika, Haus der Kulturen der Welt, Berlin, 1996, (catalogue) n.p. (English translation from original author’s ms)
[14] Afrikaners were Dutch, German and French colonials who reached South Africa in the 1600s. Until 1759, before British sovereignty, the territory of the Cape had been governed by the Dutch East India Company of Holland, on whose initiative the first European settlers had landed. When British rule began, the Afrikaners moved into the interior of the country, where various Boer republics were established, such as the Zuid Afrikaansche Republiek in the Transvaal. Afrikaners, who were farmers, wanted to preserve the autonomy of their community from the British Empire. Diamonds were discovered in 1867,
gold in the late 1800s. Wages for the Africans who mined these resources were kept to a minimum through the use of immigrant labour. Afrikaner nationalism had grown during the 19th century in the Boer Republics and was further heightened as a consequence of the Anglo-Boer War (1899-1902) and the brutal treatment of the Afrikaners by the British. The National Party came to power with the 1948 elections. Segregation, the creation of townships and separate education programmes were officially set up to encourage a multinational state in which different ethnic groups could maintain and express their own culture autonomously. Sexual relations between racial groups were banned and whites developed a form of paternalistic racism, which was proposed as positive. African migration towards industrial areas was limited by passes and separate transport. Laws were passed to classify the population into white, coloured and indigenous.
[15] From lecture, 1990.
[16] George Steiner, ‘A kind of Survivor – For Elie Wiesel’, in Language and Silence, Faber & Faber, London, 1979, reproduced in After Auschwitz, ed M. Bohm-Duchen, Northern Centre for Contemporary Art, Sunderland, Lund Humphries Publishers Limited, London, 1995, p.13.
[17] Jeff Wall, ‘Dan Graham’s Kammerspiel’, Art Metropole, 1991, pp.16.
[18] Trinh T. Min-Ha, When the Moon Waxes Red, Routledge, New York/London, 1992, pp.147-152.
[19] ‘Matrix is an unconscious borderspace of simultaneous co-emergence and cofading of the I and uncognized non-I neither fused nor rejected, which share and transmit joint, hybrid and diffracted objects via conductible borderlinks. Matrix is a model of a feminine/ prenatal rapport conceived of as a shared psychic borderspace in which differentiation-in-co-emergence and distance-in-proximity are continuously reattuned by metamorphosis created by, and further creating-accompanied by matrixial affects – relations without-relating on the borders of presence and absence, subject and object, me and the stranger (…) In a joint and multiple marginal trans-individual awareness, perceived boundaries dissolve into becoming new boundaries; forms are transgressed; borderlines surpassed and transformed into becoming thresholds (…) Contingent transgressive borderlinks and a borderspace of swerve and encounter emerge as a sex-difference and a creative instance which engrave traces that may be revealed/ invented in withness-in-differentiation. In the matrix, rapport without- relating transforms the unknown other and me and turns both of us into partial subjects – still unknown to each other – in subjectivity-as-encounter. Metamorphosis is a copoietic activity in an interpsychic web that remembers, conducts, transfers and inscribes feminine jouissance, swerve and rapport. Via art the effects of the borderlink’s activity are transmitted into the threshold of culture’ (Brancha Lichtemberg Ettinger, ‘Trans-subjective Transferential Borderspace’ in Doctor and Patient-Memory and Amnesia, ed. Marketta Seppala, Pori ArtMuseum, Pori, 1996, pp.69-70).
Published in Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev, William Kentridge, Société des Expositions du Palais des Beaux-Arts de Bruxelles, Brussels, 1998. pp. 9-39.
I wanted to show a shredding machine on stage. But a real machine, noisily and slowly going through reams of paper, did not seem very remarkable. We thought of using a bread-slicer instead, as a metaphor, but were daunted by the thought of all that wasted bread each night. We thought of doing a drawing or animation of the shredding machine and projecting it onto a screen, but I baulked at the thought of those hours of drawing the spaghetti trails of shredded paper. Then we thought, ‘we already have three dogs onstage, so why not feed the evidence we want to shred to a dog?’ But their mouths were too small to swallow a videotape or a ream of documents. So we asked, ‘what has a wide enough mouth to swallow whatever we want to hide?’ Hence the crocodile’s mouth.
The Truth and Reconciliation Commission is an enquiry established in 1995 following the settlement negotiated between the outgoing Nationalist Government and the incoming African National Congress (ANC) government of South Africa. The brief of the Commission is to examine human rights abuses that occurred in South Africa during the past thirty-five years. There are two parts to this process. Firstly, victims and survivors come to the Commission to recount their stories of what happened to them or members of their families (many of those involved did not survive, and it is left to mothers and brothers to give evidence). The second part of the process is the amnesty hearings, in which perpetrators of these abuses may give evidence for what they have done. The incentive to do so? A full confession would bring amnesty and immunity from prosecution or civil procedures for the crimes committed. Therein lies the central irony of the Commission. As people give more and more evidence of the things they have done, they get closer and closer to amnesty, and it becomes more and more intolerable that these people should be given it.
The Commission itself is theatre, or at any rate, a kind of proto- or ur- -theatre. Its hearings are open to the public, as well as being televised and broadcast on the radio. Many of the hearings are presided over by Archbishop Tutu in full purple magnificence. The hearings move from town to town, setting up in a church halls and schools. In each venue the same stage set is created. A table for the witnesses (always at least as high as that of the Commissioners so the witnesses never have to look up to them) and two or three glass booths for the translators. A large banner hangs on the wall behind the commissioners: ‘TRUTH THROUGH RECONCILIATION’. One by one, witnesses come forward and have half an hour to tell their story, to pause, weep, be supported by professional comforters who sit at the table with them. The stories are harrowing, spellbinding. The audience members sit at the edge of their seats listening to every word. This is exemplary civic theatre: a public hearing of private griefs that are absorbed into the body politic as a part of a deeper understanding of how the society arrived at its present position.
The theatre rekindles each day the questions of the moment. How to deal with a guilt for the past, a memory of it? It awakens every day the conflict between the desire for retribution and a need for some sort of social reconciliation. Even those people (and there are a lot) who will have nothing to do with the Commission and who are in denial of the truths it is revealing are, in their very strident refusal of those truths, joining in the debate.
Both the process of the Commission and the material coming out of it have been a source of new theatre in South Africa. Three plays have run at The Market Theatre complex in Johannesburg that deal with our recent past and the Commission. But in the face of the strength of the Commission’s theatrical qualities, the question arises as to how any of us working in the theatre can compete with it. Of course we can’t, and don’t try to. The origin of our work is very different and even if in the end it links directly to the Commission, this is secondary. Our theatre is a reflection on the debate rather than being the debate itself. It tries to make sense of the memory rather than be the memory.
To go on a fast and brief digression into the origin of our play Ubu & the Truth Commission, I have for some years been working with the Handspring Puppet Company in Johannesburg, making pieces of theatre that combine animation, puppets and actors – not out of some deep aesthetic principle or programme, but rather out of the fact that I make animation, and Handspring makes puppet theatre, and we wanted to see what would happen if we combined the two. We had performed Woyzeck on the Highveld in 1993, and Faustus in Africa! in 1995. Faustus was a huge undertaking, and after it was done the Handspring Puppet Company and I decided to do a minimal production – two actors, maybe one fragment of animation. Something we could do and survive. Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot (1953) threw itself up as an option. It would work very well with puppets, with perhaps only one fragment of animation in the middle, when Lucky and Pozzo ‘think’. But we reckoned that the Beckett fundamentalists would not give permission for us to leave out even a comma from the stage directions. We then wondered if we could find a neo-Beckettian text to work with. None of us had the courage or skill to write our own, but then we thought of working with a found text: this in the hope of finding the words that people use to describe extreme situations, a bedrock connection between human experience and the language we use to talk about it. We decided to start a project that would involve gathering oral testimonies from land mine victims waiting in rural orthopaedic hospitals in Angola and Mozambique, and this project was called The Waiting Room.
At about this time I was working on a series of etchings based on Alfred Jarry’s Ubu Roi (for an exhibition marking the centenary of the first production of the play in Paris in 1896). These etchings showed a naked man in front of a blackboard. On the blackboard were chalk drawings of Jarry’s Ubu with his pointed head and spiralled belly. After the etchings were done, I wanted to animate the Jarry-esque chalk drawings and then thought that if these were animated, so should the figure in front be. I then asked a choreographer friend if she wanted to do a piece using a dancer in front of a screen, in which a schematic line drawing of Ubu would be moving. Thus the Ubu project was begun. Panic mounted. I realised I could not do both the Ubu and The Waiting Room projects. There were not enough weeks for the animation work. In desperation, I combined the two. At this time, too, the first hearing of the Truth Commission began, and it rapidly became clear that if we were looking for found texts then we had an avalanche of remarkable material arriving every day. Even as I started the process of convincing the participants in the different projects that it made sense to combine them, it became clear that in some ways the contradictory projects – sober documentary material and wild burlesque – could make sense together. The material from the Truth Commission could give a gravitas and grounding to Ubu (which was always in danger of becoming merely amusing). At the same time the wildness and openness of Jarry’s conception could give us a way of approaching the documentary material in a new manner, and so enable us all to hear the evidence afresh.
This was the central challenge with which we started. Only now, with the production completed and on the stage, can we get any feeling as to whether the inauthenticity of the origins of the piece had damned it ineluctably or whether in spite of, or (as I believe) because of, this strange, only half-coherent beginning, we were able to find pieces of the play – images, literary conceits, changing metaphors – that we would never have arrived at if we had started from a sober beginning. How can we do justice to this material from the Truth Commission? In so far as I have a polemic it is this: to trust in the inauthentic, the contingent, the practical as a way of arriving at meaning, and I will elaborate on this later.
A question that arose was how to deal with the witnesses’ stories on the stage – these formed the found text of the original project. Quite early on we knew that the witnesses would all be performed by puppets (with their speaking manipulators visible next to them – our usual way of working) and that Ma and Pa Ubu would be played by actors. There were two routes to this decision. The first was in answer to the ethical question, ‘What is our responsibility to the people whose stories we are using as raw fodder for the play?’ There was an awkwardness in having actors play the witnesses – the audience being caught halfway between having to believe in the actor’s representation of the witness for the sake of hearing their story, and knowing that the actual witness existed out there. Using a puppet made this contradiction palpable, thus solving the problem. There is no attempt to make the audience think the wooden puppet or its manipulator is the actual witness. The puppet becomes a medium through which the testimony can be heard. But it would be false to say that our route to the decision to use puppets for these parts came about this way. Rather, we knew from the beginning that Pa and Ma Ubu would be human actors as that had been the premise for the first dance–animation conception, and by the same token, we knew that the witnesses would be puppets because that had been the premise of the Waiting Room project. The more honourable route to the decision about performance style – the ‘ethical’ route – is a justification after the event.
But the decision brought a whole series of meanings and opportunities in its wake, the most important of which was that witnesses could appear in different corners of Ubu’s life, not only at the witness stand as we had originally anticipated. The puppets were also able to generate a whole series of unexpected meanings that became central to the play. For example, we experimented with a scene in which Ubu is lying on a table while above him a puppet witness gives evidence on the death of his child. We tried it first with the witness standing behind Ubu’s hips. The body of Ubu became an undulating landscape, a small rise in the ground, behind which the witness spoke. We then tried the same scene with the witness behind Ubu’s head. Immediately the testimony of the witness became a mere dream of Ubu’s: the story was taken from the witness and became Ubu’s confession. We put him behind Ubu’s legs, and again the witness was back in the landscape. We then tried to see how close the puppet could get to touching Ubu without breaking the double image. Extremely close, we found. And then we tried it with the witness touching Ubu’s hip with its wooden hand. An extraordinary thing happened. What we saw was an act of absolution. The witness forgave Ubu, even comforted him over his actions. This was a series of wholly unexpected meanings, generated not through clarity of thought, or brilliance of invention, but through experimental theatre work. This is the second polemic I would make: a faith in practical epistemology in the theatre – trusting in, and using, the artifices and techniques of theatre to generate meaning. It also works in reverse. With the animated dance scene, I had the clear idea of creating a character made up of the live actor in front of the screen and a schematic representation or cartoon of the same character on the screen. Both would be seen together, and together they would form a richly complex person. Confidence in the ideas gave me the strength to begin the project. However, it became clear within twenty minutes of starting this that it would not work. Due to problems with synchronisation, differing viewpoints, lighting and stilted performance, it became impossible and had to be thrown out. Next polemic: the Mistrust of Good Ideas in the Abstract. The mistrust of starting with a knowledge of the meaning of an image and thinking it can then be executed. There is, for me, a more than accidental linguistic connection between executing an idea and killing it.
But to go back to the question of the witnesses and their testimonies, which is the central question we grappled with in the heart of our play. As I have said, our solution was to use puppets. (Even here it was not quite so simple. At first we realised how brilliant was our conception of using puppets because, at the Commission, not only did one have witnesses giving evidence, but one also had a translator of that evidence. Two speakers for the same story and our puppets need two manipulators! One manipulator could tell the story in Zulu and the other could translate. But it did not work. The stories could not be heard. In the end we banished our translators to a glass booth – Ubu’s shower – and differentiated between the natural voice of the witness and the artificial, public-address voice of the translator.)
There have been other solutions to the question of how to deal with the raw material thrown up by the Truth Commission. As I said earlier, there were two other plays running at The Market Theatre that dealt with the Truth Commission. The first, The Dead Wait, is a conventional play. It is a fictional reconstruction of an event from the war in Angola, recounting a soldier’s return to South Africa and his attempt to make his confession for a crime that he committed. Although this play comes out of the context of the Truth Commission, it is not directly about the Commission and its processes. The other play, The Story I Am About To Tell, was made by a support group for survivors who have given evidence before the Commission. It is a play designed to travel around various communities to spread awareness of the Commission and engage people in debate around the questions raised by it. Their solution was to have three of the witnesses play themselves. That is, three people who were giving evidence before the Truth and Reconciliation Commission returned each night and gave evidence again onstage. The mother of a lawyer whose head was blown up by a booby-trapped Walkman describes crawling on her knees into the room where the shattered head and body lay. A man describes three years on death row, waiting to be hanged for a crime he did not commit. A woman describes being arrested, interrogated and raped by security police. Their evidence is the central, but not the only, element of the play, most of which is set in a taxi full of people going to a Truth Commission hearing. Three professional actors play the bit parts, provide comic interludes, and lead the scripted debates about the Commission, and the three ‘real’ people give their testimony.
And yet it is only a partial solution to the questions raised by the Commission. Because what the ‘real’ people give is not the evidence itself but performances of the evidence. There is a huge gap between the testimony at the Commission and its re-performance on stage. And these are not actors. In fact, it is their very awkwardness that makes the performance work. One is constantly thrown back, through their awkwardness, into realising that these are the actual people who underwent the terrible thing they are describing. The most moving moment for me was when the survivor of three years on death row had a lapse of memory during the production. How could he forget his own story? But of course he was in that moment a performer, at a loss for his place in the script. I have no clear solution to the paradoxes that this half-testimony, half-performance raised, but describe it as one of many possible ways of dealing with the material.
The Truth and Reconciliation Commission was faced with a similar problem of doing justice to the testimonies. There was a divergence between the emotions expressed by the witnesses telling their stories and the version given by the translators. It was felt that much of the heart of the testimony was lost when it was recounted by the translators. So for a short while the Commission had the disastrous idea of encouraging the translators to copy and perform the emotions of the witnesses when giving their translations. This was soon stopped.
The question of how to do justice to the stories bedevils all of us trying to work in this terrain. With Ubu & the Truth Commission, the task is to get a balance between the burlesque of Pa and Ma Ubu and the quietness of the witnesses. When the play is working at its best, Pa Ubu does not hold back. He tries to colonise the stage and be the sole focus of the audience. And it is the task of the actors and manipulators of the puppets to wrest that attention back. This battle is extremely delicate. If pushed too hard, there is the danger of the witnesses becoming strident, pathetic, self-pitying. If they retreat too far, they are swamped by Ubu. But sometimes, in a good performance, and with a willing audience, we do make the witnesses’ stories clearly heard and also throw them into a wider set of questions that Ubu engenders around them.
It sounds obscure, but again I will say that it is only on the stage, in the moment, that one can judge how the material is given its weight. This changes both from performance to performance and from audience to audience.
Purely in the context of my own work, I would repeat my trust in the contingent, the inauthentic, the whim, the practical, as strategies for finding meaning. I would repeat my mistrust in the worth of Good Ideas, and state a belief that somewhere between relying on pure chance on the one hand, and the execution of a programme on the other, lies the most uncertain but the most fertile ground for the work we do. But I have no fixed opinion on which of the three plays I have discussed here is the best way to go. I think I have shown that it is not the clear light of reason or even aesthetic sensibility that determines how one works, but a constellation of factors, only some of which we can change at will. Each of the different pieces of theatre I have described can, and has, had enormous impact on their respective audiences. After one performance of The Story I Am About To Tell, a spectator was inconsolable. Her tears were for the stories, but she said that they were also for anger and her regret that never in her life in Munich had there been a similar theatre of testimony. A friend was deeply moved by The Dead Wait, the play about the war in Angola. He had served as a soldier in that war. And after a performance of Ubu & the Truth Commission, a woman came up to us, obviously moved by what she had seen. She said she was from Romania. We expressed surprise that the play had been accessible to her, as it was so local in its content. ‘That’s it,’ she said, ‘it is so local. So local. This play is written about Romania.’
Originally given as a lecture at Het Theatre Festival, Antwerp, September 1997. Published in Taylor, Jane. Ubu and the Truth Commission, University of Cape Town Press, 1998, pp. viii-xv. Republished in Christov-Bakargiev, Carolyn. William Kentridge. Brussels: Palais des Beaux Arts, 1998, pp. 124-30. Exhibition catalogue.