The table is where you see the women work. The kitchen is their domain and their product is laid before us: rice, beans, manioc, potatoes, beef, chicken, suckling pig, pumpkin, pasta and corn. This buffet is blessed and the priest serves himself first, followed by the foreigners and the rest of the men. People sit round, with plates in hand and tuck in. It reminds me of a child’s birthday party or funeral in Ireland, people take small portions and move about the space chatting with others.
This is the audio guide to accompany my installation in le Casier. Le Casier is a Guillaume Clermont project and part of his doctorat in ERG, Bruxelles. The installation is visible from 4th-15th December 2017 more information here: http://www.lecasier.be/contact.html
This is the audio guide for the soja installation inspired by the Brazilian interior, currently visible in le Casier. Le Casier is a Guillaume Clermont project and part of his doctorat in ERG, Bruxelles. The installation is visible from 4th-15th December 2017 more information here: http://www.lecasier.be/contact.html
More images from the Fronteira Agrìcola: http://www.chadkeveny.com/projects/brazil/
Fazendas are big farms some would be bigger than townships. Most of these fazendas are a good bit out. 30-40 mins down the main road then it’s dirt tracks, with cow ribs and potholes till your coccyx is numb. Out here the wealthy and faithful have huge freezers and small chapels.
The priest’s visit is an occasion where we can get the gossip from town and the other farms. The chapels and the private altars are reminders not just of next world but of civilisation.
Like everything in life the blessing ain’t for free, it’s a shakedown. Fr Marty is looking for calves, os bezerros, for the annual auction. It reminds me of being an artist, asking people for money, supplies, possibilities for something that will not be of direct benefit to them. In this day and age people find that more and more difficult to understand. Some give money, some suckling pigs (deliciso), some chickens but most calves.
This is where the mission becomes about community building because once the calves are promised, they have to be collected, kept somewhere and then the auction in itself is an event, a party, a moment where people come together. The mission plays a cultural role here, helping people to be apart of something.
These are the dirt roads which make up 90% of the roads on the Fronteira Agricola. The bus, the milk truck, the pick ups and the motorbikes go down these roads. There are no ditches along the road, so when the rain comes it either runs off, leaving the cattle ribs that ruin the suspension and make my back ache. Sometimes the rain just sits there, and the vehicle grinds to halt while you have to choose whether to wait or to wade on through.
These are children of settlement set up in 1996. Their parents fought and some died for this land out in the middle of nowhere. Even today few come to visit them.
We were here to take some photos of the houses for a friend of Gerry’s who is doing her thesis on the effects of land reform.
If you want to buy something what do you do? Well, normally you go to the shop you decide what you want, you pay for it and you leave. I was looking for fabric to have some shirts made.
The first shop assistant asks me how she can help me, I tell her, I’m looking for some black and white patterned textido to make a shirt. The choices she started pulling out just made me think of a degenerative brain disease coupled with cataracts, because the only thing I could have made with her choice was a mop head to clean behind the toilet. So I ended up stepping behind the counter in order pulling out rolls myself. She looked about as happy as she was competent. I suppose that’s poetic justice.
So I chose 2 m of one fabric and 30 cm of another which she checked aurally with me twice before writing it down and re-checking it with me. She then measured the fabric twice before cutting it and used the calculator twice to get the price. She then folded the fabric and brought it to the next counter.
At the next counter the second shop assistant unfold of the fabric remeasured the fabric, re-calculated the price, refolded the fabric, put it on a shelf and then handed me the bill so I could go and pay.
So the third shop assistant re-calculated the price, added on the VAT and asked me how I wanted to pay. I said I wanted to pay in cash and that I was Father Martin’s nephew. This led to some sort of discount and then I was presented with a bill which for all intents and purposes is completely arbitrary. So I hand the third shop assistant the money.
She then took the money to the fourth sales assistant who recalculated the price, recalculated VAT and discount, checked the note that is handed in, then deducted the arbitrary amount from the cash received and finally handed the third assistant my change. Then the third shop assistant gave me my change with the receipt so that I can pick up my goods.
The second shop assistant took the receipt, verified it and made another receipt for the goods and finally gave me the fabric.
It only took me 20 minutes to buy the fabric but it felt like an eternity.
Everyone knows your supposed to wear gloves, masks and protective clothes with these pesticides but do you see how small those filters are and how big the field is?
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