Harpo Foundation Grant Recipient 2020

I am a recipient of a Harpo Foundation Grant, to support my ongoing project inspired by South African activist Steve Biko. Biko’s work hallmarked a movement of integrating that which we have fragmented. Not merely ceasing the behaviors of repression, but liberating ourselves from the intent of tearing society apart. His writings are a roadmap to intersectionality and attentiveness to the world. I am very grateful to Harpo Foundation for supporting my work.

You can read more at : http://www.harpofoundation.org/anja-marais-grants-for-visual-artists/

By Anja Marais|2022-05-30T13:27:14-04:00December 15th, 2020|

The Ellies Creator awardee 2020

This past year, I completed two East to West cross-country journeys through the United States, I drove a total 12,528 miles which equal 50% around the world. In the last steps of my personal odyssey, I received a phone call from Oolite Arts – they granted me an Ellies Creative Award. This precious gift of funding symbolized new beginnings for me. The birth of a project, the next chapter in my art journey. Thank you Oolite Arts for believing in my work. Congratulations to my fellow winners as well! Check them out at www.theEllies.org.

I am looking forward to share the process of my project called HOW TO SLEEP THROUGH FALLING SILENCES on my website and Instagram. This project is a multi-sensory lucid dreaming installation with audio from the testament of anti-apartheid freedom fighter, Steve Biko (1946 – 1977). This interactive installation aspires to break the re-occurrence of white supremacy and awaken the participant from trans-generational conditioning of deafness towards the ‘other’.

“So as a prelude whites must be made to realise
that they are only human, not superior.
Same with Blacks. They must be made to realise.
that they are also human, not inferior.”
– Steve Biko

This year the award ceremony was virtual due to COVID:

By Anja Marais|2022-05-30T13:40:32-04:00October 22nd, 2020|

Santa Fe Art Institute Residency [summary]

Sante Fe Art Institute Art Studio: Mixed Media work – “The Three Architects”

I attended the thematic “Truth and Reconciliation” art residency at the Santa Fe Art Institute this September.

I participated in an exhilarating dialogue with international artists regarding this complicated theme.

Voices participating were from Colombia, Israel, Native American, South Africa, Taiwan. etc.

From my Notebook:

As artists, we do not always have the answers but we do
make the unconscious conscious.

To make art you first need to consume yourself.
Devouring your own flesh until personhood is gone.
Only then you become the other.
When you are the “other” you are not the artist
you are part of the collective heart.

Jung said that until you make the unconscious conscious,
it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

Antonin Artaud declared that art was the double of life, a
duplicate reality. “We have a spirit so made that
it spends its life looking for itself … In becoming
conscious, it duplicates itself.

Artists as witnesses are duplicates,
they contain both the subject and the object.
the self and the other.
the truth and the lies.

Santa Fe Art Institute Art Studio – Work in Progress

By Anja Marais|2018-12-04T09:38:45-05:00September 25th, 2018|

Libation for the Lineage of the Unlived [video art]

The Mountain Without a Shadow, or, Unfinished Business

I once walked past your front yard.

You waved me in.

Something appeared on the horizon when you looked out your living room window that day.

You had to show me.

A mountain, overnight, bricked itself in the firmament, cemented tight by cloud.

“Look!” you say.

“I did not see that yesterday, but when I woke up today, there it was!”

I felt the boulder stack more than I could see it, but yes,

it was there.

The way you can see a brain tumor in faltered speech.

You poured us each clear spirits in Mason jars and invited me to sit

outside on lawn chairs.

Together we watched the sun compete with stone.

The sun did not appreciate this new roadblock, it lamented.

“What do you think you are doing here? Can’t you see, I have

somewhere to be?”

The mountain sat mute.

The sun tried its work, this way and that, up, down, but was in a cul-de-sac.

It was then that we realized that mountain did not cast a shadow.

Its weight, without shade. Its demeanor, soundless.

But deep inside a fissure in its craggy side, we heard an old voice sing.

It was so familiar, I could smell my Mother,

It was so innate to my bones, I could feel my Grandfather move under the ground.

A song of displacement.

Of fallen soldiers,

grieving children,

wounded women,

caged animals,

and decapitated forests.

Most of all, it sang about its persistent thirst.

Parched and filled with yester-dust.

A silo throat devoid of unharvested maize.

This song of yearning urged us to get up and emptied our Mason jars.

Pouring the clear spirits onto the soil, seeping away.

As the mountain drank from our jars and right before it faded, we stood for a tick in its newborn shadow.

All that remained was the backside of the sun on its way.

By Anja Marais|2019-06-24T14:55:35-04:00April 2nd, 2018|

Strand of the Ancestral [catalog]

ELEVEN VOICES was a group exhibition of South African and African Diaspora Artists presented by the Deering Estate in Miami curated by Kim Yantis of the Deering Estate and Rosie Gordon-Wallace of the Diaspora Vibe Cultural Arts Incubator.

Artists include:
Nicholas Hlobo
Anton Kannemeyer
Anja Marais
Judith Mason
Claudette Schreuders
Rowan Smith etc.

The full catalog of the exhibition is available now online.:

VIEW CATALOG

From the Catalog:

A LONG, THIN STRAND OF THE ANCESTRAL

by Anja Marais

In 1994 as an art student, I stood in front of a painting and it left a crack in my young mind where the light started to seep in. The Pretoria Museum of Art was particularly quiet that day and I found myself alone in a room with a work by Judith Mason. A quiet escape from external harshness.

It was a lush painting. Each brush stroke spread like warm chocolate over the canvas building sediment that formed a topography reminiscent of Africa’s many valleys and plateaus. I got lost in this landscape of paint which shaped the body of a Wild Dog bitch. The Wild Dog was a mother with heavy teats, filled with milk. Her pups are not in the picture but her teats were suckled raw and red. She was standing alone in an alerted pose during the hour of twilight – the most dangerous time to leave your pups alone while hunting. She looked strong and vulnerable at the same time.

I have never met Judith Mason but I was one of many artists in South Africa that suckled inspiration from her protean body of work. In my mind, she was Africa’s Mother of Contemporary Art. She spoke up as a female, an artist, a white, a role model, against the misguidance in our society without ever being pedantic or condescending.

“The Wild Dog” painting is one of my favorite works by Mason. It is a metaphor for being an artist. It speaks of the strength and power of servitude. Artists provide nutrition to souls that are hungry and in need, even as the artists themselves are solitary figures that are ambulant in both the light and the shadow of their own psyche. Being always alert while understanding that their vocation comes with a responsibility to the earth and future generations.

Wild Dog, 1962, OIL ON BOARD, 91 X 123CM, COLLECTION: PRETORIA ART MUSEUM

In Eleven Voices I had the opportunity to exhibit alongside South African artists but it was profound for me to have Judith Mason in the exhibition. Her work and her history have become a cyclical thread in my own journey as an artist. She taught me to have a voice as a young art student and to have our voices brought together became a poetic confirmation of my art practice.

In the exhibition, my work “Unforeseen Snow” is a video installation that speaks of utopian pockets amidst the charged politics of South Africa. How love can exist untainted in the darkest of hours. The video is from 8mm film footage of my Mother and Father in love and wooing in the early sixties. The installation also includes found objects like suitcases, bones, and books that refer to history. Ancestral history of genes, ideas, travels, knowledge, and wisdom. If tomorrow is ambiguous but we are sure of our past, can we carry that with us to make our future clear? Or is it better to forget our past indiscretions?

I further speak about ancestry and their footsteps in the series “Sole Journey”. In this series of six, the bottom of the inner sole of used shoes is pulled out and displayed. It reveals the hidden pressure, weight, imprints, and stains of the wearer during their journey. What would I have done in my Mother’s and Father’s shoes? An easy question to ask oneself out of context but hard to maneuver in the enclosure of relevant time.

One of my motivations as an artist is aiming to take responsibility for my own history to be the generation that can follow in the shoes of progenitors like Judith Mason and to continue questioning the cycles of cultural inheritance and leave sustenance for artists and generations to come.

Unforeseen Snow, 2016, Video installation and found objects, 51in x 26in x 30in

By Anja Marais|2018-04-05T10:59:37-04:00January 19th, 2018|