I want to hang a few paintings in the restaurant so naturally considered ethnic art. Unlike Our-Man-In-Thailand, the famous expatriate spy and undercover hit man, the Fifth Columnist (serialization of his life's derring deeds only to be published in the Times after his demise), I have no taste.
As I write I am wearing a pair of shorts fabricated from three different shades of blue material of man made origin combined with a khaki safari shirt and a pair of dusty old sandals. Hardly sartorial.
When it comes to the critique of art, my otherwise extensive vocabulary is limited to either, 'I like it', or 'I don't'. An aesthete I am not. A true aesthete may quickly recognize a shallowness of cultural appreciation in me but would graciously acknowledge that if three garishly painted plaster of Paris ducks on my lounge wall please me, I should jolly well bang the nails in required to hang them so long as at dinner, I seat him with his back to said wall lest his appetite becomes as tarnished as my (oh God, it's only plated) silver.
Try as I might, though, I cannot find it in my heart to appreciate Angolan paintings. I am reluctant to influence the opinions of my dear readers, opinions by writing this I actively seek, but I think they're shit, tat, kitsch. I beg you all to differ; to point out the quality I have evidently missed. The skill of exucution that eludes me. The metaphysical meaning and depth that, in the educated arouses passion and in me arouses derision.
I would like to know why they sell like hot cakes, some of them for many thousands of dollars. I would like everyone’s opinion but especially those of the world renowned experts I am lucky enough to have occasionally reading my blog, Cro Magnon, The Irish Aesthete and, of course, the Fifth Columnist who turned the proceeds of a career slotting enemies of the State into a fine art collection.
I have simply two questions:
Does anyone see anything at all in these paintings?
Would you hang them on your walls and inflict them on your customers?
I like art that is tactile, mobile, something you can interact with and appreciate and involves all the senses.
This is the kind of Angolan art I like: