“I believe in the spirituality of the sacred. Not of religion, but of the sacred. What is the spirituality of the sacred? It’s the intuition of how we relate to the world. This is what the imaginary is: we feel the rumbling underneath us.” –Edouard Glissant Advertisements

In Conversation with Kitso Lynn Lelliott

Originally posted on I.U.B…:
I had a conversation with Johannesburg based artist and filmmaker, Kitso Lynn Lelliott, about the theoretical underpinnings, conceptual preoccupations, techniques, visual and display strategies which characterize her work. Full interview below. IUB: What are the core subjects or questions raised in your work? Kitso: Mmm…I may have been clear(ish) on the answer to this at some point in my practice and explorations, but at the moment its hard for me to say. I know we are supposed to always be perfectly clear and concise about what we do, yet I’m afraid I’m just not.…

“It is not simply the voice: It is the world that made that voice, all the hurt and pain of denigration, forged into something otherworldly. That voice, inevitably, calls us to look at Nina Simone’s face, and for a brief moment, understand that the hate we felt, that the mockery we dispensed, was unnatural, was the fruit of conjurations and the shadow of plunder. We look at Nina Simone’s face and the lie is exposed and we are shamed. We look at Nina Simone’s face and a terrible truth comes into view—there was nothing wrong with her. But there is…

Ghana notes 2… the Road to Cape Coast

Of things that cannot be spoken, yet they must be said: Reflections on Leaving Cape Coasta and Elmina. “It was not a story to pass on…’ ‘The past is neither inert nor given. The stories we tell about What happened then, the correspondence we discern between today and times past, and the ethical and political stakes of these stories redound in the present. If slavery feels proximate rather than remote and freedom seems increasingly elusive, this has everyting to do with our own dark times. If the ghosts of slavery still haunts our present, it is because we are looking…