Showing posts with label Kumasi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kumasi. Show all posts

Friday, October 23, 2009

Art Reception/Exhibition, Adugyama, Ghana, Sat. Oct. 31, 12-5pm

Art Reception/Exhibition

Hello Everyone,

You are cordially invited to a one day exhibit and reception of art work by Daniel Kerkhoff, the children of Adugyama, and guests.

When: Saturday, October 31st, 12pm to 5pm.

Where: The Area Council Hall, Adugyama, Ashanti Region, Ghana

Adugyama is 45 km northwest of Kumasi on the Sunyani Road. The Area Council Hall is across the street from the MTN tower.

We hope to see you there. Everyone is welcome!


Reception/Receptions

Reception n. 1. an act or process of receiving; a reaction to something.
2. an assembly held to receive guests. --Oxford English Mini Dictionary

Since April, I have been an artist-in residence in Adugyama,.Ghana and have been running an informal drop-in center for children, providing books, paper, pens, pencils, and colored pencils. Children from the neighborhood stop by, draw, and look at the books available.




The children are all ages and draw in a variety of eclectic styles. Some have focused on drawing animals, cars, airplanes, houses, computers, football players, scenes from village life, planets and stars, trees and nature scenes and many other things. Some have been drawing patterns focusing on shapes, compositions, and varieties of lines. Many of their drawings will be in the exhibit, and you can see some of them on my flickr site, www.flickr.com.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/23472741@N05/sets/72157617821705408/

Also, children/adults from Lisbon, Portugal; Mobile, Alabama, U.S.A. ; and Minneapolis, Minnesota, U.S.A. have also sent some artwork to the village and this will be included in the exhibit as well in The Obruoni Gallery.

I have been doing my own art using pens, pencils, a watercolor set, a ream of A4 computer paper, a gallon of acrylic house paint, the dirt and charcoal around his residence, and vegetable and palm oils. Many of my dirt paintings have evolved into large collages.




These collages relate to my own preoccupations, interests in symbols and shapes, and my personal aesthetic sensibilities interweaving with my experiences in Ghana and the village of Adugyama. I see them as acts of receiving and discovery; they are my journal of witnessing that also honor those mysteries that transcend narrow definitions and rigid labeling.

Mortars and pestles, basins, yams, mobile phones, Adinkra symbols, cacao pods, footballs (soccer balls), stars, tea bags, benches, and ladders have all grabbed me in one way or another and made there way into these pieces. These large scale collages have also taken on a hide, animal skin-like quality. In November, I will fold them up, put them in my suitcase, and return with them back to the U.S. to show. Hopefully, they will become acts of sharing as well and become a part of the Great Weaving Project that has been going on for a long time now.

The children's art of Adugyama will be shown again in June, 2010 at Homewood Studios (www.homewoodstudios.com) in north Minneapolis, Minnesota. Homewood Studios is owned by George and Beverly Roberts who have stayed in the village of Adugyama and have many connections here. Their son, Andrew, was the Peace Corps volunteer in Adugyama for three years and the reason why I am here. Many thanks to them for introducing me to the people here, for all the work that they've done in the communities of Adugyama and north Minneapolis, and for all of their encouragement.

I will also have a solo show of my art in June 2010 in north Minneapolis at The Warren-An Artist Habitat, www.thewarrenhabitat.com.

James Joyce had written, "History is a nightmare that I'm trying to wake up from." From Mankato, Minnesota to Adugyama, Ghana, to wherever you are, perhaps within the realm of the "nightmare", little "waking ups" are happening all the time. I use art and travel to try and wake myself up and also notice how much I am sleeping.

Ghana just won the FIFA under-twenty world championships beating Brazil in the final. The Ghana Black Satellites are the first African team to win the championship. Everyone is excited here. I watched the match in Adugyama (Adugyama just got electricity 10 years ago). I was with five boys, Yaw Bimpe, Kwaku Baah, Sadick, Yaw Gyamfi, and Agya. They were dancing, clapping, and shouting in our room and it was an amazing moment for them. Nana and Auntie Bea came in the room and celebrated as well. I took their photos, witnessed this moment, and will take it back with me along with so many other moments.

Many thanks to everyone I met and got to know in Ghana and to those of you reading and commenting on the blogs and photos. Many thanks to my family and friends for all of their support. And a special thanks to the people in Adugyama who helped me so much and shared so much of their lives with me; the family I lived with--Mr. Atta, Auntie Bea, Nana, Rose, Becky, Sara, Ama, Yaw Bimpe, Kwaku Baah, Jennifer, and Sandra. Meda se Pa Paa, Thank you very much!

Over the winter, I'll continue blogging, uploading more photos, reflecting on my experiences here and doing more art.

You can follow along at

http://danielkerkhoff.blogspot.com/
http://thejuderockfish.blogspot.com/

And my photos: www.flickr.com
http://www.flickr.com/photos/23472741@N05/

Nante Yie (walk well, safe journey), Keep in touch! --Daniel

Daniel Kerkhoff
Ph. 0278913055
rockfish65@yahoo.com
www.danielkerkhoff.com
http://mnartists.org/daniel_kerkhoff

Friday, August 21, 2009

May 27th-July 6th, 2009 Adugyama, Kumasi, Ghana

Wed. May 27th, 2009:
I gave Rose my comb. She needed to comb her Tina Turner hairdo. I say, "What? A hairdresser with no comb?". She's heading to Mankranso for a conference of local hairstylists, an association. She shows me her membership book, 100 beauticians from around the area will be there. Nana and I drink tea, Auntie Bea and Mr. Atta are back and have tea. Mr Atta is heading back to the cocoa farm for a week. It's still and quiet now. Nana makes fried plantains that are tasty. Yesterday, Rose gave me a pineapple and today a mango. I have rice today with 2 hardboiled eggs, some beans and pepper stew, 1 cedi, 10 pesewas worth. Yaw Sarpong and Kwaku Baah draw for awhile. I finish reading "Waiting for Godot" today. Yaw Sarpong draws flags of the world. Now, Yaw Gyamfi and Sadick are drawing. The match between Barcelona and Manchester will be on in one hour.

Sunday, May 31st, 2009:
Walked to Potrikrom with Kwaku Baah, Yaw Bimpe, Sadick. Also to the little village after, very small with old clay bldgs held together with wood boarded frames. Saw a couple of beautiful birds, one long billed like hornbill, slender. Yaw said people eat it, doesn't look like much meat. Many nests along side of road, weavers' nests, A field with large cut-down trees, Bea's maize farm, Orange citrus farms, a boy holding a long stalk of sugar cane, photos of ant hills, redbrown, medieval-like castles, other worldly. When we returned, sounds of many boys chanting, we go outside, see them holding a cardboard trophy cup. Vincent had made it. Took photos of the boys and then Vincent holding the cup in celebration of Barcelona's victory.

Thursday, May 28th, 2009:

Walked to Alliance Fancaise in Kumasi, lots of plantains, vegetation, lowlands, old railroad, green plots within the city, sellers of pottery, furniture makers using cane and wicker, police station, big fancy hotels, banks, nightclubs, lots of traffic, taxis beep always asking me do I want a lift, I'm a walker.
At Alliance, Dorothy Amenuke's Reception. Dorothy greets me. She's all dressed up in nice batik. Her show is sculptures primarily made of various fabrics. The show's title is "Fluid flow through woven screens" Titles of some of her works are: "Weaving the Woven", "Security 1", Transparency, In the Nest 1. It's a great turn out. Many artists are there and I talk to them. I meet Bernard Akoi Jackson from Nubuke Foundation, Atta Kwame, Pemela Clarkson. Pamela Clark introduces me to Amara Hark, Mary Hark's daughter, also from Minnesota. She's here for SaNsA.

Sunday, June 7th:
Sandra under the table, Yaw drawing from the bldgs book, Kenny Roger's at the Spot, loud music on Sunday mornings, "you've got toknow when to hold'em, know when tofold'em", hwe-behold, akyiri-beyond, anoma-bird, looking up Twi words, Margaritaville is playing now. Yesterday, at Lincoln School. Young men hanging onto cars and vans, driving fast, shouting, raucous, packed vans, like a college football game. Ghana plays in Mali tomorrow and think is related. I find out it's for a funeral in Manhyia. We pass by and it's a wild party with young people in the streets and acting crazy, lots of drinking. The guy next to me explains a little bit. This is for a young person's funeral. A send off. Like an Irish wake.
Electricity out, can't watch Ghana vs. Mali. Read Joyce's play, "Exiles".

Monday, June 8th:
Waoke up 6:40am, painted backs of paintings, doing collaged dirt pieces. Made tea, no bread at the little neighborhood store, reading Neruda's Tyranny from 1st Residence. Alittle boy looks at me throught the screen, Richmond? Auntie Bea stops by, says she's going to the farm. Rose took Sandra to school. Nana's at the farm. Neruda: "...a wound as confused as a new being/encompassthe stubborn root of my soul/biting the center of my security."

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009:
4:30 call to prayer, azzan from two different mosques. Then, right away, another loud speaker starts blarring. I hear, "halleluah", "halleluah". The loud, harsh non-stop talking goes on for a long time in the wee hours of the morning. I asked Yaw what was that about. He said it's the "Romans". The Catholics in the village have a loud speaker and were preaching. The Radio news in Twi is also played over the loud speaker during the day. I read Andrew, the Peace Corps volunteers old Smithsonians, May 2006. Copernicus Publishing "Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres, 1543, sun at center of picture, "The scorn which I had to fear on account of the newness and absurdity of my opinion almost drove me to abandon a work already taken. The Catholic Church censored in 1616. The church saw the fork as an evil instrument, the devil's instrument. The fork has only been commonly used in the past 200 years or so. Mount Rushmore's 1st American Indian Superintendent, Gerald Baker. Defender's of the Black Hills, environmental group, Charmaine White Face, Lakota, "We all hate Mt. Rushmore. It's a sacred mountain that has been desecrated." "It's like a slap in the face to us--salt in the wounds--as if a statue of Adolf Hitler was put in the middle of Jerusalem." Late 1930s, Chief Henry Standing bear conceived Crazy Horse's Monument. DADA: WW1 "Hugo Ball wanted to shock anyone who regarded 'all this civilized carnage as a triumph of European intelligence', collapse of culture of rationality that prevailed in Europe."

June 10, 2009:
This morning at Star Oil, I met a Ghanaian from Coon Rapids, MN, James. He's lived there for 10 yrs. He's a realtor. He gave me his number and said call him anytime. His fiance, Comfort, works at Star Oil. They will be married in July and then she will go to Minnesota in the winter. I will probably see them Minneapolis.

Thurs, June 11, 2009:
I just me t Harry from Belgium, owner of the Smooth Jazz Spot in Bantama in Kumasi. He has been here since 95, runs a gas company, married to a Ghanaian with 2 kids. He said to call him if I need anything. Irene and Daniel work at the sopot. I'm drinking Castle Milk stout and eating Goat Pepper Soup, nice and hot and spicy. 2 pieces of goat, 50 pesewas a piece, thick skin, bones, sinus clearing soup, good with beer. I just bought Daraprim, a malarial preventative, taken once a week, 50 pesewas a pill, nice breezes, colors and signs everywhere, I'll go back to the Ashanti Gold Hotel this evening for a SaNsA talk. A tree wraps around a post of the bar, a lower limb has been cut, American Idol is on the T.V., then FIFA Confederation Cup Chanpionship. Thurs. night, intense rain storm. After Smooth Jazz, went back to Culture Center and met Fiona. She's doing her PH.D from Britain, researching the first Brits account his encounter with the Ashantis.

Sunday, June 14th, 2009:
Watched the boy's soccer match. Five children gathered around me, Abena with her soft, musical voice, Rita, Abena's 2 yr. old bro Ebenezer, and a couple other's. Adwoa was walking by and limping. She stepped on a nail. Her nephew, Clemont, was helping her. She had a tetanus shot and medicine.

Sat., June 20th, 2009:
At Spot, south of the STC bus station. Crowd of Ghanaians in back area drinking Apeteshi, the local brew, watching the Ghana, Sudan match. I'm in front and get some skewers of goat with onions and pepper seasonings, and then I head back to watch the match. Milky white Apeteshi, the local brew, 65 pesewas, in a little glass. My neighbor say's to me, "You are invited". I already had my Castle Milk Stout and thank him. Everyone standing up and shouting when Ghana scores. Ghana wins 2-0.

Sun, June 21, 2009:
Ji, an artist from South Korea, comes up to the village. Everyone's happy to meet her. We have tea and cookies and she looks at the children's art. She plans on coming back on Thursday and drawing portraits of some of the people. She gives me blank postcards for people to draw on which she will collect later. We walk around the village, teak leaves, bamboo in the distance by the fish pond, Nzongo, the old part of town, the brown and yellow govt. school, lines of teak trees.

Monday, June 21, 2009:
Laundry this morning, chickens walk by, cloudy overcast, people walking by, greet me, amused by the obruni. Nana helps me. I make tea and sit down to write. Yaw Sarpong stops by and draws and then Nsiah Kwame stops by. I show them the postcards for Ji and they draw on those. A little black and white bird lands out front. It has a long, black, forked tail. It just fluttered by again.

transplan, migratory, rooster crows, echoes,
calls, chants, prayers, soft sounds of cars
on the Sunyani Rd. with radio voices, radio beats
in between the crows, the scratching of pens and
colored pencils, aroma of Chelsea tea, the brown table,
ripped screens, Andrew's big leafy plants, hot water,
hazy sky, wet red ground, soil.
Mr. Addo said one day that during rain storms,
children will be out looking for gold specks
in the streams and they will pick up little gold
flakes and pebbles. He talked about the Japanese
being here working on rice projects but also
looking for gold. Two Americans as well were
looking for gold. The Japanese were concerned
Andrew the peace corps volunteer was looking for
gold and had a device to watch him.
Auntie Bea said last night that for Sunday funerals,
people wear black and white; for Saturday funerals,
they wear black adinkra cloths.
Yaw Owusu stops by, draws his palm line on a
postcard for Ji and also another drawing for her.
Two of my paint brushes I find in the corner of
my room. Both were used to apply vegetable oil.
Maybe the mice dragged them there to lick them off.

Yaw Owusu explains that about one week after death,
people gather to hear when the funeral will be. It could
be one month after or four months after. Forty days is usual.
One week after the death, there's mineral water, coke, fanta
but no alcohol, only the family. Can bury the person one or
two weeks later. Don't touch person's things for 40 days.

Sitting outside with little Sandra on my lap,
breezy, sunny, Becky, Mary, Sandra, Kwaku Baah playing
jump rope with tied bark strings. A young man walks
by with a rooster in his grasp, the two wings pinched
together. The rooster is quiet, staring. Little Sandra
repeating words after me, "1,2,3, A, B, C, Kwaku Baah"
Two young women by little store to the east, one doing
the other's hair.

Friday morning, June 26th, 2009:
A man and a little girl walk to the neighbors house.
The man goes into the gate. There are two lizards
on the wall. The little girl looks like she is
trying to catch a lizard. Then, I see a hen with
seven chicks come out. The hen and chicks walk to the
the corn shed and the man in red sports pants and girl
shepherds them. The hen and chicks hide under the
corn shed while the man and girl walk around the
corn shed trying to get them out.

Ama cleans her room. Auntie Bea and Nana are talking.
Two school girls stop by and ask me, "How are you?"
Kwame and Adwoa stop by to draw, Kwame 6yrs?, Adwoa
4 yrs? Adwoa's using the side of her colored pencil,
filling in a large area with red. Pat comes by and
draws. Brazil beat South Africa last night. Ama
tells me Michael Jackson died.

Thurs, July 2nd, 2009:
Doing laundry today, Rose helping me, Adwoa and Clement
stop by. Rose tells them Nana Boakye, the chief moved
her from in front of his place to Nzongo, the old part
of town. I eat rice, an egg, beans and stew this afternoon,
one cedi. The woman preparing my food has two vertical scars
on each side of her face. The Ashanti have one horizontal scar
on the left cheek. A girl helps her interpret what I want.

Little Sandra walked over this morning by herself, so I picked
her up. She was wet. I carried her back to her mother. Kofi
and Cece came over to draw today. Cece draws houses, almost
circus-like tent structures/shapes. Kofi's had jagged lines,
interesting abstractions. I read magazines this afternoon,
Peace Corps mags, Newsweeks from 2005-2006. It's about 5pm
now. Screams from Mary. Her friend swinging her, playing around.
The sheep are heading back to their house. They stop to eat
some of the greass. Yaw Owusu stops to visit. Mary
and her friend are now drawing.

Friday, July 3rd, 2009:
I saw my first female tro-tro mate(conductor)in Abuakwa today.
Her head and shoulder were sticking out of the side window.
Her arm gesturing the "Where are you going?" sign; open hand
facing upward and rotating. She was shouting out the names
of the towns and villages auctioneer-like that the tro-tro
was heading to.

Sunday, July 5th, 2009:
Moringa and Lipton tea, tea bread, reading Rilke,
Agya and Kwaku drawing, now another boy comes
by and draws a house. Across the way, Mary is
washing naked sandr's butt, dipping her hand
into a black bucket of water. Another boy
comes into draw.

obontain-to town
went to the market, bought kwadu (bananas,
looked around in the market, saw Yaw Owusu next to
Kontua tree (Calabash tree, took photos, talked to
people, visited Yaw's two places, one room at his
family's shares with junior brother, sleeps at
another room that he rents, big furniture, curtain
dividing room, bed area, t.v. in living area,
also his mediation room,
bought rice, stew, egg, fish for 1 cedi
walked around trails after stopping by Meleama's.
Walked down to the fish pond through rice paddies,
palms, flowering teak trees, Eleven boys with me.
They swam in the river, jumping around and having fun.

Monday, July 6th, 2009:
Walked across the Dunyani River, high water,
wooded planked foot bridge, bamboo forest,
hundred nests, round nests, weavers?, yellow
birds. Walked along the washed-out gravel road,
rice and maize along the way, palm, cocoa,
farmers going to and fro, baskets, bags on their heads,
machetes, Wallentig (rubber) boots.
Walked back to town and bought fish by Yaw
Owusu's house. His nieces and nephews under
the tree at the house playing a board game they
called "Lood", similar to Shoots and Ladders.
Met Yaw's mother, peeling cocao yams. We bought
dried Tilapia fish for 2 cedis, a good amount.
Stopped by his sister's, pregnant with second
child. She sells bread, on Mondays and Fridays
in the afternoon is the freshest, tea bread,
sugar bread, butter bread.

Friday, July 3, 2009

The Rainy Season, Naa, the Healer, May 5th - May 16th, 2009

May 5th, 2009, Ghana Cultural Centre, Kumasi:

While doing batik.

grey tremulous line, proud layers,
emboldened blankets, upward frontier,
nebulous mighty thrusts, palatial movements, dark princes,
trampling, resurrecting, African Grey
Elephants, downward bubbling and
boiling, sky chieftains, entrancement of rulers,
overseers, arrivals of distant ships, outerspace
treasures, from foreign skies, sails bellow,
heavenly engines of hippopotomas form spirits
dancing to pounding drums, dark storms of
angels' songs fall, season of moist depth and
plunder welcoming crowns of green winds
and springs, African independence thunders fresh,
clashing tin, striking new breaths, hearts puddle
into brown, gushing rivers beating roofs and
life's belly, visits of lovers, receive,
smile, gravity sounds drop morning's darkness
animal hides smooth puff of balanced saturation
teeth immense, pavement of sound, emptying,
filling, playing, conquering, cowering,
absorbing, penetrating

Large palm leaves sweeping refuse, leaves
of golden confetti, dust and dirt, reds,
brown stones, sprinkled sounds brush my ears,
overlapping voices sweeping layers, piles,
clean textured concrete, purple dyed, batiked,
breezes dance with leaves skip the freshly
swept place. This earth space. This earth
spot, a visitation noticed, the few arrive
slowly, fallen sunlight, moist, flowering
wetness sprinkling stained streams of
Ghana yellow amongst the purple, textured
hardness, praised natures flows and follows
rhythms ancient and known and remember and
forgotten, embraced anew, prodigal and
welcomed, passing through, alive,
grey, blue, green, white, yellow, pour,
sift, let go, refrain, morning songs,
birds, communication of bark, insects, green
fingers massage air, branches carry and drop
transform to dirt, break, proud, observe, relax,
touch, notice, reflect, memory, birth, stone, carry,
part, conceive, trace, dance.

May 9th, Saturday Night:

Past midnight? After the hard rains, yelling, men shouting
and running about. Scurrying and shouts. I thought
someone had stolen something, maybe wronged someone.
The next day I asked Mr. Atta. He said, "It is our
custom when a royal person dies, on the day of the funeral,
after the royal is buried along the way, any stray goat, sheep,
or chicken can be caught and killed."

This is why Nana had the goats shut in the animal room for
a couple of days. Mr. Addo said the royal was the Queenmother's
Sister's Mother?

May 12, 2009, Tuesday, Cultural Centre, Kumasi:
Breezes, heat, a tight landscape, shortened limbs
and crutches, bent limbs, sitting on concrete with
metal bowls. A place for a soul with rivers of humans
like ghosts amongst these physical bodies, testaments.
The sitters, head covered cloth, heat infested and hand
stretched with eyes shut or looking blank or looking
upward, potential history, short contacts, clinks,
maybe bread, rice, yams, coins press the hand and
open ears, hearts beat through these currents,
saturated, emptiness, guilty filters, closed, numb,
overwhelmed filters, thoughts elsewhere, no thoughts,
walk by.

May 13th, 2009, Wednesday:
Walking to the Cultural Centre, saw the the woman who's face
is disfigured, sucking on a rag with a shawl. Gave her 20 pesewas.
She recognizes me, stands up right away and starts shaking my hands
vigorously. I ask her how's she's doing? Wo ho te sen?
She says, "Me ho ye." (I am well). I walk a little ways and
a young man comes up to me and asks, "What did you do for that
woman to start talking to you." I told him I just gave her some
money and asked her how she was.

G Circle, Hospital, Kumasi, radio tro-tro, brash,
loundness breaks the green nature, beats in space,
taking space, expelling, flout, tout, pass.
A girl selling water runs after a white tro-tro, black shirt,
one of her sachets of water falls, her last, breaks on
the pavement, splatters. She sets her silver basin down
to run faster, catches the white tro-tro to return change.
She runs back to her basin, big smile.

The barber with all the paintings of haircuts near the zoo.
We greet each other. He says, "How do you find Ghana?"
"Great", I say. Just near him a boy getting his hair shaved.
A painting of two haircuts, Step #2.

May 15th, 2009, Adugyama:

Woke up 4:30 to the call to prayer, 5 or so the music from the
neighborhood spot (bar) starts blasting. IN and out of sleep til 6:45am.
Disoriented, wake up and study a little Twi, eat bananas and ginger
cookies.

Today, I am going to the village healer and masseuse.
Rose talked me into it. My lower back is still bothering me and
they see how slowly I get up from the low benches. I've been
saying, "maybe I'll go" for the past three weeks now, but I'm
curious to see what happens. Ama says the healer will make me cry.
I joke that she'll make me lie down and use one of those 6 foot long
wooden pestles (woma)used for making fufu and start pounding it into my back.
They assure me she'll just massage my back. She also doesn't take anything
for her service saying it was handed down to her mother.

We walk to the other side of the village, Nzongo, and go into the courtyard.
There are about ten people sitting on benches. A man is sitting and applying a
cloth to another man's shoulder. We sit down and watch them for awhile.
A couple of elderly ladies, a man with crutches, and others that look
injured and tired. Rose say's that's the healer's son. Rose goes and finds
the healer named Naa. She's kind of retired but she will do this for the Obruni (white man).

She comes in . She looks strong and weathered, has a nice smile. I show
her the area of the back that bothers me. She says that she'll break
every bone in my body and put them back together again and does the
hand gestures to go along with it. She laughs, everyone laughs, and I
kind of laugh.

She leads me into a dark room with dark walls. I sit on a low bench and
take off my shirt. She starts using her strong hands to massage my back,
deep pressure, shiatsu-like with her thumbs. Her nails just barely keeping
me from saying something. She applies very hot water with a rag which feels good.
She applies shea butter and some other "Ghana medicine" made from herbs and mud, and it's over.

Then she talks to Rose and Ama. They translate that she wants to make small
cuts in my back and apply medicine. I get nervous. I'm not quite sure what they mean and they assure me that they're very small. Now, judging from my life experiences, I do consider myself a masochist in a karmic sort a way, but I
did decide to say "no" to this one. I thank her and offer to pay her but as I was told she won't accept anything. She jokes that I can take her to the States. I tell her she could find a lot of work there massaging people. She says she wants to see me later in the day.