I have a bee in my bonnet. And I have been writing about it here and there on social media, as those who follow me on Facebook will have noticed. It is about the incestuousness, the cliquishness, and the endemic conflict of interest issues that plague the Caribbean art world. Issues that are, if they... Continue Reading →
Notes on Jamaica’s Art Histories # 2: African-Derived Sculpture from the Colonial Period
My previous post in this series, which can be read here, was aimed at rekindling the critical discussion on Jamaica's art histories. As I argued then, the problematic of Jamaica’s main art historical narrative cannot be addressed by merely identifying and correcting the obvious gaps and oversights, or simply updating it to the present day... Continue Reading →
Some Thoughts on the Miss Lou Statue
Jamaica has been on a statue frenzy recently and that is, in itself, a good thing. Late last year there was the unveiling of the Usain Bolt statue at National Stadium and this will soon be followed, I gather, by the statue to Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce (we were initially told this would take place some... Continue Reading →
Notes on Jamaica’s Art Histories # 1: Critiquing the Main Narrative
Jamaica's art histories have been on my mind recently, as part of broader considerations about the art histories of the Global Caribbean. Most of the recent art-historical work in and about Jamaica (and the broader Caribbean) has consisted of reflecting on but, ultimately, rehashing what was already done with very little new primary research or... Continue Reading →
When It Turns Out That Your Great-Great-Grandmother Was, Sort of, a Museum Curator
A few days ago, I published a post about some aspects of my family history, based on family photos I found, as a tribute to my mother who passed away recently. It can be read here. One of the questions I raised was how the personalities and life choices of our ancestors are. consciously or... Continue Reading →
Roaming Photographically through my Family History
My mother, Maria Roose, passed away recently, on July 22, 2018. Since my father's death in 1989, she had lived alone in our hometown of Bruges, Belgium, surrounded by a mix of family heirlooms and newer things, and she lived an active and fiercely independent life, driving until very recently. We are still in shock... Continue Reading →