Misheck Masamvu
NIRIN - 22nd Sydney Biennale
Online viewing room
April 16 to May 7, 2020
Still
For his installation at Campbelltown Art Centre, Masamvu worked on a set of seven drawings which were in dialogue with his poem Still. The drawings depict the hybridization of a human body with different organic forms. Masamvu has left a mass of white space behind the figures, who float within it. This gives the drawings a sense of timelessness, we are not sure at what point of metamorphosis the bodies are in and how long this process will take, but we know it is important.
The figures appear to be dying but there is a sense of regeneration, of re-creation within the act of dying itself so that they exist as an anti-dote to the dreadful stagnation depicted in the poem Still. In Still a voice lists a series of circumstances. Each circumstance is preceded by the word Still, suggesting that the person listing these circumstances, whether they be tragic (Still holding the wound), bureaucratic (Still standing in the queue) or emotional (Still loving n’ hating) is trapped within a never ending cycle. Much of the poem deals with systems of control and the inequality and violence these systems breed. For example one line reads “Still running away from the police” while another reads “Still unpaid”.
In contrast with the poem, the transformation the figures in the drawings undergo stands as testament to Masamvu’s continued belief in the redemptive ability of nature, to which we must return.
Still crying in the rain
Still hiding pregnancies
Still holding the wound
Still hiding the scar
Still waiting
Still burying evidence
Still running away from the police
Still pointing at failing states
Still in prison
Still filling the potholes
Still standing in the queue
Still border jumping
Still Flipping channels
Still under the knife
Still unpaid
Still Still
Still masturbating
Still evading tax
Still oppressed
Still hungry
Still loving n’ hating
Still rockin’ second hand
Still stuck
Still unemployed
Still vending
Still resentful
Still on drugs
Still at mom’s house
Still on the toilet seat
Still hearing voices
Still asking ‘Hanziyi?’
Still revolting
Still in darkness
Still a hypocrite
Still hammered
Still losing
Still ignoring you
Still back biting
Still seeking asylum
Still digging trenches
Still under the spell
Still hurting
Still bitching
Still leeching
Still chewing cud
Still uncertain
Still in a bubble
Still on death bed
Still Still