Guy Woueté
Refusing the common agreement
Dutch translation
Date of interview: May 22 and November 21, 2018
Estimated reading time: 10 minutes
For our first of two meetings with Guy Woueté (Douala, °1980), we walk towards a little house in Antwerp’s Stuivenberg area, looking over the trees of a sunny Boerhaavestraat. We enter through the wide-open garage door. “My door is never closed”, he says, while passers-by curiously stare into his atelier annex storage. The space is filled to the brim with fragments of installations, sculptures, drawing maps and bags stuffed with plastic bottle collections and construction materials: building blocks for installations and performances searching the boundary between sculptural object and activist happening.
After completing a two-year residency at the Rijksakademie in Amsterdam, and completing art-studies at Université Paris 8, Guy moved to Belgium to take care of his kids and build on a series of international exhibitions, performances and residencies. This in combination with a tutorship at Erg school of arts, Brussels and traveling the world whenever there’s time at hand. During our second talk, I let my gaze wander through the living room, which is full of toys, books and cd’s: a collage of family life. Some writers and musicians arouse my curiosity, but the emphasis of our conversation - as is the case in Guy’s work as well - lies on being a citizen and wanderer of the world and the big ideas to match that place. I notice right away that this time around, I will be getting most of the questions…
Guy, can you tell us something about your way of working?
Well I think my practice is very organic and deals with the question of social critique. I work from installation over sculpture to painting and also film and photography. Language is a main theme in my work, something I would almost like to call poetry. Yet I’m very careful with the meaning of words. It’s probably my relation to knowledge, and how this relates to the materials, the stuff of ‘everyday life’. Using rough, found, discarded items for me is a question of activating the object, blowing life into it again. Like for example this table we sit on. It’s the table I work, play and eat around with my kids. This means this table is full of life, and has a soul of its own.
I also spend quite some time looking into books, which doesn’t necessarily mean reading in a linear way… I look at the pictures, pick up a chapter or two and then grab another book, trying to make connections. From there on, things start going in my mind, I may reflect on what me and my mom called about lately, her giving me some news about my family, or about what my kids where asking me when I brought them to school in the morning. Or I might go outside and circle around the city.
Everything I do is linked to society and daily life… I start with a question: how do people protest, flee or eat. Then I inform myself and study, research and somehow come to an image by trying to understand that aspect of the world. I really try to ask a lot of questions and, through my work, bring those questions into people’s lives.
Is traveling an important part of your work?
Well, when I travel, I mostly do so because of my work so one thing implies the other. Now I’m working on a research project in Bosnia Herzegovina. I’m mainly looking for stories and images that are related to the war, I visit areas where the war is still tangible in the architecture, the stories of the people. I have found a connection between parts of Eastern Europe and countries in Africa coming out of war and how one looks upon those places here in the West. They are areas fled by many, communities under construction. People have a whole other way of appreciating life in a country like that. I also want to break down the cliché that as an African artist, I’m supposed to focus exclusively on African topics. Since I am not a journalist, my interests are mainly historical and artistic you might say. What I’m now doing is filming there, or collecting materials that relate to the local history. But I don’t feel like the project has reached a final form.
For me, talking to people and meeting them in their habitat, is part of the performing condition of my art practice. What’s interesting about Eastern Europe, say in a small countryside village, is that not a lot of people would expect a black person there. For some of them it’s a strange experience. At the end of the day I haven’t experienced any racism though, at least not in the way I might experience it here in Western Europe.
I have found a connection between parts of Eastern Europe and countries in Africa coming out of war and how one looks upon those places here in the West.
You showed me a sculpture with chocolates of white-faced Black Petes (zwarte Piet) and black-faced Saint Nicholases in the atelier…
Yeah, I thought they were really great! The tradition itself is not funny at all though. I think it’s really unbelievable, I mean it’s a racist tradition off course, I don’t understand why there should be any discussion about it. What should be under discussion is the way we get to be conscious about such things. It’s a question of education. The education we give our kids and also ourselves. It’s about thinking independently, and it’s a political issue. It’s unbelievable that there’s no real political action taken in this debate. The discussion is quite patronizingly put aside sometimes. Some people tell me that it’s just an innocent tradition… Well, when you’ll try to explain that to my kids, who are also black, you’ll find out it’s not that simple. When you look carefully into this Saint Nicholas thing, one question you can ask yourself in order to understand the racist ideology underneath, is: why is Saint Nicholas always white and Black Pete always black?
If Saint Nicholas, who is an old man, will pass away, will Black Pete ever replace him? Is it impossible for Saint Nicholas to carry the bags of gifts and let the Black Petes walk in front for once? Saint Nicholas himself can be seen as a real bourgeois, aristocrat, white male of the 21st century that’s completely ignorant to the transformation of cultures and societies, that’s why I read him as a symbol of monopolistic capitalism.
You know, we live in a context where so many things are taken for granted by a lot of people. Systems are supposed to solve our problems for us. But the danger is we stop thinking and acting for ourselves, like for example confronting our kids with the fact that the whole Saint Nicholas celebration is racist, which is not hard to see at all. The history of slave trade and colonization, of religious washouts, has little part in the school curriculum.
I wonder: what interest does a politician have to put a discussion like that on the agenda, not being a ‘minority’ him or herself? While of course the ‘minorities’ are half of the country, most of them the voiceless half.
We live in a context where so many things are taken for granted by a lot of people.
Does an artist have a sensibilizing role in that respect?
First of all, the word artist doesn’t exist in my mother tongue. You may say painter, sculptor or beauty… but artist doesn’t seem to be such a relevant word. (Laughs) Well it depends. With last month’s savings I could finally buy a very nice book called ‘Sexe, Race & Colonies’, (Blanchard, Bancel, Boëtsch, Thomas, Taraud red.) about the colonial depiction and domination of the body from the fifteenth century to the current day. I know for a fact that most people who live in this neighborhood would spend their money on entirely different things and that’s just fine. I don’t think it’s necessary to mobilize as big a crowd as possible. It’s also a question about the language you wield. The language of the common place is not the same as that of the art gallery or museum. For me language is a key material in discovering what it means to be an artist. I think it’s a matter of staying as human as possible, of resistance to a common agreement. You know, you really have this freedom to be conscious about your language. For example: I try to say ‘fucking’ as little as possible. I see that it’s a very popular thing to do but I really don’t understand why one would say it so often. (Laughs)
I think it’s a matter of staying as human as possible, of resistance to a common agreement.
Some of my recent work really tries to handle this notion of freeing oneself that is so tangible nowadays. Since the start of the economic crisis in 2008, when I received my first long term residency permit in the Netherlands, in the North as well as in the South, there has been a whole series of protests, movements and revolutions: occupy Wall Street, the Indignados, Nuit Debout, the Arab Spring and so forth. And this has been continuing to this day with Black Lives Matter and the Gilets Jaunes. I’m really interested in questioning my own position in this, in the iconography and discourses of those movements. Banners, flags, megaphones, slogans, barricades… The actual, physical presence of a ‘people’ in the public space, because that’s where the voiceless can speak up.
What brought you to Antwerp eventually?
At first, when I was living in Douala, I was mainly a self-thought artist. I was working with a sculptor called Iya Simon for two years and afterwards spent time in the atelier of the painter Viking Kangagnian so technically that’s where I learned a lot. It was around that time I came into contact with the little art scene that did exist in Douala. Quickly I became very conscious of my lack of knowledge, meaning knowledge of the way art history works and is implied, the traditions that I was carrying with me and what it meant to be an artist. Later on, at the Rijksakademie in Amsterdam and also at the BFA in Paris, I deepened my knowledge of what it means to work in terms of projects and research, the mechanisms of exhibiting, meeting people and so on. I’d much rather work with people that I trust and build up a durable relation with than having as much exposure as possible. I realized that, as long as I know what content I want to put into the work, the technical aspect would never be a problem. Knowing some people like Pascale Marthine Tayou or Toma Muteba Luntumbue helped me to find my way here in Belgium.
Also while I was studying, I built up an interest in history in general, a need for intellectual growth. There was a real push to open up my knowledge you might say, to broaden my view. When we talk about history or philosophy, what history are we talking about, what do we understand to be philosophy? Again, I think it’s about giving yourself a feeding ground out of which to think for yourself, to refuse just fitting in somehow.
When we talk about history or philosophy, what history are we talking about, what do we understand to be philosophy?
Your work raises questions about democracy, which is a sort of common agreement as well.
For me, it’s about deconstructing assimilated knowledge and habits. It’s interesting to think from the bottom up, out of a group of people that is voiceless, even out of objects that tell a silent story. Being from Cameroon, I feel like a lot of my knowledge is in fact assimilated, appropriated from something that has nothing to do with the place I come from, but this is also true when one is born and raised here. It’s very interesting to be aware of the structures shaping our life. I see the acquiring of this consciousness as decolonizing oneself, and this can be applicable for a lot of people around the world. In the meantime there are differences and identities tied to certain places. Stuivenberg is a completely different neighborhood than het Zuid, and het Zuid is different from Klein Antwerpen… When I’m in Bosnia and I talk with a local shopkeeper, the conversation quickly turns to him being a Muslim just like my father, as opposed to it being about him being white and me being black, or him being from the Balkan and me being from Western Europe or Africa. That’s interesting to me, to discover a story that binds us. At the same time it’s very easy to become judgemental and follow certain trends, I would say even dangerous.
How do you look upon the subject of decolonization in the current public debate?
For example in Cameroon, I think people don’t care that much, unless off course in an intellectual milieu. At the same time, decolonization is a process that has to happen on the African continent in the first place, but lots of people just don’t have the keys to do it. For me it’s a question of how to be part of a world, of humanity even, by pulling yourself out of it. This is a complex question. How does one decolonize without segregating or dividing? Is it possible or even preferable to get rid of one’s memory?
For me it’s a question of how to be part of a world, of humanity even, by pulling yourself out of it. Is it possible or even preferable to get rid of one’s memory?
How do you see your role as an artist in the future?
Well, when you say ‘role’, you enter the area of theater and comedy. I don’t know if it’s right to assume the ‘artist’ is a character like that, to think of it that way. Maybe it’s more interesting to ask what role you play as a human. When you talk about a role in society, you can wonder which society you mean.
Let’s say the global.
I think, in the global society, the role of the artist is a small one, almost like that of the decor. But people who are in theater know how important the decor is. It is actually an essential thing. Without a decor, you can lose your audience, or maybe it’s not even possible to have a theater without the decor. I see an important political function for artists. I think they can show what the decor consists of, the landscape that is created by stupid political decisions, or wise ones. But in the end, the local is most important I believe. Not the local in terms of boundaries, but in terms of the rhizome. When we see a tree, we easily understand that the leaves are linked to the branch and the branch to the trunk, the trunk to the roots. To always keep an eye on those structures is the way we can really build something like a global society, if that term even means anything.
More info on Guy’s work
Erg école supérieure des arts
Interview: Maxim Ryckaerts
Photography: Zena Van den Block
Dutch editor: Britt Sterkens
English editor: Tyche Beyens
Special thanks to Bart Wijsman
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