Black One Shot stages brevity and precision in response to the art of blackness, contemporary and/or prescient. At 1000 words a pop, these pieces divest from academic respectability to inhabit the speculative, ambivalent, irreconcilable ways of black forms, and move through the fires this time. Seditiously, we are object forward, conjuring up the necessary intimacy generated between a critic and their object and keyed to the channels and frequencies of blackness. We hold fast to the given/taken works, the cultural productions without reduction, the condition of knowing all-too-well, and the imagining of something otherwise. Object love in the time of pandemics and insurrections.
b.O.s. will run the course of summer 2020, come what may. We invite you to follow and share hard. Thanks to all the contributors and special thanks to Abram Foley, Aurelie Matheron, and Irenae Aigbedion of ASAP/J.
– Lisa Uddin and Michael Boyce Gillespie (Editors)
Questions of debt, dispossession, reparations, and the unfinished work of memory in the West are salient themes in the work of the Afro-Cuban artist Maria Magdalena Campos-Pons.1 In her work, the Caribbean emerges in all its messiness and complexity – its multicultural origins, its vexed colonial past, the psychic and material afterlives of slavery, the fraught political project of nation-building, and its formations of national identity. The Caribbean is, as Michelle Cliff writes, an imaginary place that sits somewhere between Europe, Africa, and North America.2 It is a place of meetings and conjunctions, where cultural streams intersect and are rearticulated into new forms of language and subjectivity. Campos-Pons’s 2014 Habla Lamadre at the Guggenheim Museum (April 27, 2014) powerfully performs this Caribbean as ritualized re-creation, reclamation, and reckoning.3
The performance begins with Campos-Pons leading a procession into the Guggenheim of eight female attendants who function as a chorus throughout the piece, three batá drummers singing traditional Orisha songs, and a group of horn players. In her hands she carries a bouquet of red roses and a small blue and white sopera or soup tureen that is used to house the ritual stones and tools of the orisha in the Yoruba religion. The stones and tools represent each orisha and are placed on the altars of practitioners. Campos-Pon’s thick locs are wrapped in a blue and white head tie. She wears a long white dress stacked with white foam rings that encircle her like the walls of the Guggenheim itself. Her dress rocks and sways like waves as she moves into the museum’s main lobby. Her entourage gathers around her in a circle as she steps onto a blue fabric square and begins to call on her ancestors.
The sound of the sacred batá drums fills the museum as Campos-Pons invokes the orisha and asks them to be with her as she delivers the message that she has come to share. She takes the fabric in her hand and appeals directly to Yemaya asking for her authority to lay claim to the museum space.4 She then begins to intone “Yemaya” over and over. When she speaks the powerful orisha’s name, the attendants respond with a series of call-and-response statements that reflect Yemaya’s maternal authority, which the artist echoes back to the group. Shoulders back, chin up. Yemaya. I brought you to this world and I could take you out. Yemaya. Because I say so, because I could say so, because I could demand you. Yemaya…Do as I say and be here and take hold of this institution and show the power of the black body and show the power of the black ancestry.
Following this directive, Campos-Pons resumes her procession through the museum winding her way along the Guggenheim’s round corridors to the second floor galleries. As she marches she describes the awesome and terrible powers of la madre: Yemaya is the mother. She is the mother who fight for her children. She is sweet. She is warm. But she is a fighter and when she need to protect her children she come.
While Habla Lamadre is performance art, it is critical as well to understand the work as an actual ritual performed not simply for aesthetic value but to transform the space of the museum itself. In this ritual, Campos-Pons becomes a spirit worker, calling on the mother of the sea to dispense justice and create a future that belongs to her dispossessed children. Her voice deepens and begins to quiver with rage, like a storm rolling in from the sea:
It took so long to make wrong right. It took so long for us to embrace the beauty and the right to be in this world. Yemaya, you fight for your people – show your power!
With this Campos-Pons throws a bundle of plates wrapped in blue and white cloth to the ground. Show your power and clean the house and allow our people to be here! She throws the object to the ground again. Again! Show your power! Show that we are here to stay! Thank you Carrie for kicking the door and let us in! For kicking the door right open! Show your power and show that you are here to stay like a warrior! Like a warrior who fight for her children!
Campos-Pons juxtaposes the figure of Yemaya with Black feminist artist, Carrie Mae Weems, who like Yemaya has kicked down the structural barriers that have historically excluded Black artists and people from spaces like the Guggenheim. Campos-Pons’s literal embodiment of the Guggenheim, through both her dress and speech, makes a radical intervention by using her own black body to “[invade] the white space of the Guggenheim.”5 She claims and reimagines the museum as a black geography with the aesthetic traditions of people of African descent. These traditions that exist alongside and in dynamic tension with racially normative ideas of what/whose art belongs in elite spaces. In this sense, Campos-Pons’s performance embodies an aesthetic of foundational blackness, which frames blackness as central to the formation of Western modernity. This disruptive logic provides an alternative archive for imagining nation and selfhood. This is a not a unitary, essentialist, or ahistorical notion of “Africa” or blackness as formed in a void.
Habla Lamadre is an ancestral reckoning, a reclamation of foundational blackness, a re-narration of the past, and a ritual for a different mode of dreaming blackness in the 21st century. It is a ritual to atone for the historical denigration of the black body and Black personhood. It is a ritual to demand justice for the past and the present. It is a ritual to call a new future into being. Campos-Pons’s final words resound like a warning and prophesy:
We are the next.
We are the future.
The 21st century dawns and it belongs to Yemaya’s children…
She is here to stay!
This is one of five essays from the fourteenth transmission of b.O.s. (Black One Shot). Read the other essays here:
Lisa Uddin is author of Zoo Renewal: White Flight and the Animal Ghetto (University of Minnesota Press, 2015), and has recent writing in the volume Race and Modern Architecture: A Critical History from the Enlightenment to the Present (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2020), ASAP/J, Los Angeles Review of Books, and Postmodern Culture. She’s here for the freedom.
Michael Boyce Gillespie is the author of Film Blackness: American Cinema and the Idea of Black Film (Duke University Press, 2016). His recent work has appeared in Black Light: A Retrospective of International Black Cinema, Flash Art, Unwatchable, and Film Quarterly. He hopes that people are still outraged in November.
- Since the 1980s, Campos-Pons has produced a rich body of multidisciplinary work (photography, installation, and performance art) that deploys ancestral stories, kinship practices, and quotidian rituals of black social life to engage these questions.
- Michelle Cliff, If I Could Write This in Fire (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2008), vii.
- The performance was held as part of the program of Carrie Mae Weems LIVE: Past Tense/Future Perfect (April 25–Sunday, April 27, 2014), a series of photography exhibits, film screenings, music performances, and public art events that Weems curated in conjunction with a retrospective of her work (https://www.guggenheim.org/press-release/carrie-mae-weems-live-past-tensefuture-perfect-at-the-guggenheim).
- Known by many names, Yemaya is the orisha that rules over oceans and is considered the mother of all living things.
- Nikki A. Greene, “Habla Lamadre: María Magdalena Campos-Pons, Carrie Mae Weems, and Black Feminist Performance,” Beyond the Face: New Perspectives on Portraiture, ed. by Wendy Wick Reaves, (National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution: Washington, DC, 2018).