Giggs Kgole and African Consciousness

It is not entirely incorrect to believe that you are the centre of the universe. The universe is constantly expanding in every direction at an equal rate…

It is not entirely incorrect to believe that you are the centre of the universe. The universe is constantly expanding in every direction at an equal rate. This means that if you stand at any point, you will find that the universe is expanding around that point as fast as it is expanding around a different point elsewhere. So according to Cosmological Theorem, the world does revolve around you or your point of view. On first looking up Giggs Kgole for a write-up, I had the distinct sense that he believed himself to be the centre of all art. As I dug through interviews and ploughed through articles looking for his essence, I found a young man so sure of himself it felt uncomfortable.

Giggs Kgole, Signature African Art, London, by Jonathan A Milton

We first speak via video call in the early spring of 2022, I in London and he in Rome – a student of Art History. As we connect over displacement, our humble Limpopo beginnings, and the art our grandmothers created, a fuller human unfurls before me. We have met before: in the peaks and valleys of the Sekhukhune mountains, in the hustle and bustle of Thembisa, in the grief of losing home while creating it elsewhere. The conversation reaches ease and mutual respect sooner than I had expected. His laughter sits in his chest, ebbing and flowing. His smile is broad, with dimpled youth accenting an old soul. I am surprised that though they appeared lofty and self-indulgent at first, his dreams are deeply grounded in his devotion to his family and the soil from which he came. He envisions brick and mortar from stardust, land and sky for an art centre in his hometown.

Born in Kutupu village, Limpopo, he began his illumination above St John’s College grounds where he went to high school on a full scholarship. With the support of a devoted teacher, Giggs was catapulted into a galaxy far beyond his childhood creations of clay figures by the riverside. To date, he is the recipient of an Undiscovered Canvas Residency, Mail and Guardian Top 200 Young South Africans, a Young Masters Art Prize nod, and a scholarship to the John Cabot University in Rome. His constellation of achievements is without end.

Giggs Kgole

We hang up and I am flooded. I finally grasp how empathy is the ability to see the humanity in another, that care and curiosity are always the way in. When we don’t approach from empathy, we miss the person we’ve obscured with our prejudice. Human connection is from a genuine intention to understand, creating a path to mutual interest and collaboration. As we learn about others, we learn about ourselves, we learn what we cannot know without the other.

I am compelled to interrogate why his self-belief had initially jarred me and I find that where I thought I had dug deeply, still lay the roots of racial and social inferiority within me. Giggs embodied a disregard for the stripping humility and subserviency dictated by Apartheid on Blackness. I was envious of someone who’d broken free of the insidious messaging still prevalent in ‘democratic’ South Africa, who’d escaped the idea that Black boys from disadvantaged areas are not worth the pillows they dream on. He framed what it could look like to usurp a system built against you, to carve your own path through community and support, to truly believe that you are the centre of the universe as it expands around you. For the African’s dream to succeed, we must take to levels of self-delusion, to exist as if the boundaries do not.

Giggs Kgole, Signature African Art, London, by Jonathan A Milton

My hope for us is this: That our interactions lead us to the other side of who we can be. That our dreams are fuelled by radical self-belief. That the next time we walk into a room we assume we are the best thing that ever happened to it.

We are an ever-evolving body of experiences and intelligence standing at the edge of a future expanding exactly as we’ve envisioned it.

Selah

Upon Linen We Gather – Lulama Wolf

The African vernacular experience is a tapestry of language and its dialects, familial cultural norms and their tribal nuances, the pursuit of greatness anchored in the gravitas of communal duty. It is on this tapestry of intersectional culture, in a west London gallery that my social axis is tilted.

SoShiro Gallery – Marylebone, London

The door is opened by a tall, beautiful woman, with a dreadlocked ponytail, who welcomes us with homely ease. The gallery, at first sight, looks like its former life, a Georgian Marylebone white terraced home. This style of display is a far echo from the white-walled gallery norm. Instead, the works hang against floor-to-ceiling geometric walls. The featured pieces of contemporary furniture give the art a familial and intimate poise, making the majestic attainable, liveable.

I later learn that the woman is Shiro Muchiro, Kenyan born interior architect and founder of SoShiro Gallery. Her work centers on mixed media collaborations and expanding our experience beyond museums into lived spaces.

Nomaza Nongqunga Coupez – SoShiro Gallery

We turn into what would’ve been the living room and in it stands an icon in the South African art industry, Nomaza Nongqunga Coupez, draped in copper-orange velvet. The France-based entrepreneur and founder of Undiscovered Canvas, with a focus on “promoting investment in African arts”, greets us wholeheartedly. The girl had a split second to decide who I’d be in this narrative, but fangirl and hype-woman be my original nature! I Marylebonically, black-girl-in-an-art-gallery, lost my mind. She gracefully talks us through some of the pieces she’s curated for this exhibition. Her pride is that of a midwife, holding a new born in the air.

Luluma Wolf during her residency with Undiscovered Canvas – Antibes, France

The African perspective is a common caricature in western culture. We are not often set up as intelligent, fully formed, positive contributors to our own narrative and to the world’s at large. But here I am, in a house exclusively dedicated to showcasing Luluma Wolf’s phenomenal work. Her art embodies a strong African vernacular language with a contemporary tone. She peels at the layers surrounding pre-colonial dignity and spirituality. In this collection of Ndizalwe Nge Ngubo Emhlophe (I was born wrapped in a white blanket), she works through the mediums of acrylic paint mixed with Mediterranean sand, carefully stroked onto linen canvas. It is upon her linen canvases that we gather and marvel. The work is gritty yet gentle. The prominent eye is a call, a cry, a conversation, a prayer.

Nomaza and Luluma – Antibes, France

The evening ends with communion and warm drinks. At this point, we have also met Mae, Maya, and Elle of Zambian descent. Nomaza is generous with her time and heart. We all share a full spread of hope and the lessons of lived moments. We loan each other courage; we barter in beauty and purpose. I remember my WHY and breathe in this answered prayer.

I STAN every single woman I met on this day: their generosity of spirit, their intelligence, and the important work they do for black women. You don’t know you are writing an International Women’s Month piece until you are writing one.

[There were guys too, like my friend David who shared it all with me 🙂 ]