Artist
Kehinde Wiley’s A New Republic offers
a way to think about art and history as reflections on public culture.
My longest held memory of the
brown-cassocked St. Anthony is of that time on a school holiday when my
grandmother made me kneel in front of the altar because I had stayed out longer
than usual. She had frantically been asking of passers-by if they had seen her
errant grandson. Oblivious, I sauntered back home and was promptly dragged to
the shrine in her room. “Tell St. Anthony you’re sorry”, she ordered. Later, I
would come to realise that the dear old lady, like so many Catholic Goans, held
the tonsured Franciscan in such high esteem for the faith she placed in him as
the finder of lost things, naughty lads included. A couple of weeks ago in the
American city of Richmond, I encountered St. Anthony again at the Virginia
Museum of Fine Art exhibition, Kehinde Wiley: A New Republic,
and he looked very different from my childhood memory.
In Wiley’s canvas, “Anthony
of Padua”
(2013), he is a young Black man with closely cropped hair. He wears an
octopus pendant on a chain and is adorned in a military green jacket with
patches. One of these decorative circles bears the image of a snarling black
panther, a symbol suggestive of the Black Power
movement of 1960s’ America. Cradled in the crook of his left arm is a book
instead of the Child Jesus. His raised right hand holds a rod in place of the
traditional stalk of lilies. In this pose, it is as if the saint is a painter,
with palette and brush, taking in his subject. Behind him, flowers swirl, some
of them encircling his waist, others set in relief against his teal-coloured
trousers. Through it all, no Jesus to behold, the modern-day Anthony looks upon
his viewers with an expression of deep composure. Haughtiness, even. His gaze
breaks the fourth wall between the dramatic portrait and its spectators,
between the exalted and the mundane.
Reminiscent of the methods of Goan painter
Angelo
da Fonseca (1902-1967), the
American Wiley employs ordinary people as subjects in depicting themes that
evoke the Renaissance, French Rococo, and other Western periods of art, as well
as European Christian iconography.
Where da Fonseca used South Asian models, including his wife Ivy,
to render Christian imagery, Wiley’s muses of choice are everyday Black
Americans. In both cases, these artists’ works subvert Eurocentric conceptions
of the sacred, by challenging implicit assumptions of race and class in the
idealisation of the divine. Moreover, their images alter public culture by demonstrating
that the faithful come in many hues and from various economic backgrounds, for
the icons in their art are just regular folk. If such art is to be taken as
political statement, then Wiley’s reverential presentation of Blackness
resonates powerfully with the Black Lives Matter
movement in today’s United States where serious questions are being asked about
the police killings of Black men and women.
Wiley’s St. Anthony is inspired by the
representation of the saint in the 1842-1843 stained
glass window created by Jean-Auguste-Dominique
Ingres for the Chapelle St. Ferdinand in Porte des Ternes, Paris. Christian
imagery appears elsewhere in Wiley’s oeuvre, including in his own stained glass
windows, which again characterise young Black men in contemporary garb as
saints. At the Virginia exhibition, museum patrons would have walked through a
dark chapel-like gallery, where these back-lit windows and other elements of
iconography would have been on display. They would then emerge into a brightly
lit space where they would witness various canvasses from the artist’s World Stage series, including pieces
from his Indian and Sri Lankan collections.
In Kehinde
Wiley – The World Stage: India-Sri Lanka
(2011), critic Gayatri
Sinha wonders if Wiley’s South Asian works
challenge orientalised notions of the region, but concludes that he “instead
pushes for a different dimension of recognition”, especially because the artist
“takes young men of the street and accord[s] them a heroic cast … [A]ny one of
them could be an unemployed youth familiar from the streets of Bombay or
Bangalore. Or they could be Goa’s beach boys, car cleaners from the streets of
Tamil Nadu, or young advisasis (tribals) serving in the capital’s diplomatic
enclave” (pp. 7-8). To say that Sinha lets slip her class and caste biases
would be to state the obvious. Indeed, what Sinha fails to acknowledge is the
very divide that Wiley seeks to breach in placing paintings of young men of the
street, beach boys, car cleaners, and “tribals” in the elite (or is that
elitist?) spaces of the art gallery and the museum. In saying that these
subjects are recognisable, Sinha implies their objectification by the Indian
art patron. This othering is intensified when the critic does not question why
Wiley’s subjects must exist outside these exclusive circles, while only the
representation of who they are is allowed in so that it may be consumed by
those with access to art.
“The European Orientalist discourse is
invoked and vivified, but it also becomes the site for fresh enactments” in
Wiley’s South Asia paintings, Sinha muses. Even so, it is Sinha herself who
relies on an orientalised understanding of what constitutes South Asian culture
when she traces a line between Wiley’s Indian scenes of “temples or prayer
rooms” and “Hindu painting tradition from the 17th to the 19th
centuries” (p. 8). Reliant solely on a British postcolonialist purview, this
Brahmanical rendition of India not only eschews the Portuguese Indian legacy
(except to tellingly minimise it to “Goa’s beach boys”) but also refuses to
consider other faith traditions as influences in South Asian art history.
To this end, even as Sinha sees Wiley’s
representations of blackness as being linked to “histories of shared
oppression” in the Afro-Asiatic context (p. 6), she is unable to connect the
Catholic themes in the Nigerian American artist’s canon to South Asia. Wiley’s
“Anthony of Padua” proves useful in this regard. Though St.
Anthony died in Padua, Italy in 1231, he was
born in Portugal in 1195. Revered around the Catholic world, his legacy took
particular shape in the former Portuguese colony of Angola, where the 17th-18th
century Kongolese prophetess and anti-colonial revolutionary Kimpa Vita claimed
to be a medium for his spirit.
In the novel Skin (2001), based on the Portuguese Afro-Asiatic slave trade, Margaret
Mascarenhas transports the enslaved progeny of the real life Kimpa Vita to Goa.
The novel’s magical realism manifests, among other things, in the form of the
prophetess’ Goan descendants being able to shape-shift into black panthers.
That the black panther appears as an emblem on St. Anthony’s jacket in Wiley’s
painting is coincidental. However, what is not is how Wiley’s Catholic
imaginary transcends space and time, in much the same way as a 12th-13th
century Portuguese saint shape-shifts into a Black person in African history
and in African American art. Here, one figure is not meant to replace the
other; rather, what is to be contended with is why one is not as revered as the
other. It is through this palette of complexities that Kehinde Wiley envisions
a new republic, even as he questions its borders.
From The Goan.
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