By Andrew Mulenga
Because the field of the contemporary art in Zambia is
still fairly young, seeing it only spans about 5 decades, the age of the nation
itself, we are fortunate to still have a few of the field’s masters still working
and walking among us.
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Women in Songwe, 2013, oil on canvas by Vincent Maonde |
One of them is the Livingstone-based painter Mr Vincent
Maonde, outstanding among many painters of his generation for his cheerful works
of unadulterated rural life with picture-perfect compositions with delicately
-coloured landscapes peopled by women at a riverside or children at play are
both charming in their humanity and intense in their fundamental simplicity.
The 68 year old enjoyed a distinguished career with
the museum’s board covering well over 40 years, now retired; he spends his days
under the shade of a mango tree at the house he managed to purchase as sitting
tenant.
But as they say, an artist never truly retires, so
Mr Maonde does not actually sit wasting the hours away, he is always busy painting
while also tending to a small vegetable garden besides which he tends to a
patch of maize that he meticulously irrigates all year round.
Recently, Mr Maonde was happy to share stories of
his upbringing both on the Copperbelt and in Lusaka under the repressive British
colonial regime and beyond. He also shared his views on art in Zambia from the
1950s until the present.
He explains that he developed a passion for
depicting life in a rural setting because he had never experienced village life
until he was employed by the museum as a keeper of anthropology and was able to
travel around the remotest places in Zambia.
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Golden Valley of Jewellery, 2013, oil on Canvas by Vincent Maonde |
“I was born in those round huts in Kabwata in 1947
(not 1949 as stated in the book Art in
Zambia), the ones you now call cultural village. When I finished my
standard six that’s the time when we had transition and they were trying to
integrate blacks into white schools,” explains the portly father-figure known
for his outstanding generosity among the younger generation of artists with
whom he unintentionally assumes a godfather status, credited for founding the
Southern Province Visual Arts Council which he often bankrolled from his own
pocket.
“You know we now had a coalition government some
went to Kabulonga Boys, I went to Prince Philip which is now Kamwala Secondary
School. That time they only had whites colours and Indians. I was the only
black from Matero and I was put in form one learning Latin and French because I
was very bright”.
Even though Mr Maonde was selected from Matero to attend
the then prestigious Prince Philip, his venture into schooling took a somewhat
jokey start while living with his older sister in Kitwe on the Copperbelt.
“I started school in 1953. We were sitting with my
older brother, bored, we had nothing to do so we just said I think lets go and
start school so we went to Saint Francis, it was just a thatched classroom, my
brother was picked but I was left out, still there were more than 150 pupils
and the teacher didn’t even know who is who, so I could still attend,” he says
letting out a hearty billow of laughter.
He recalls that teachers those days were very cruel
and when he was whipped with a sjambock
(whip made of animal hide) he quit school out of fear because it was the most
severe pain that had even been afflicted on him. He however continued lessons
by means of the homework that his brother would return with.
“In Kamitondo we discovered another school. I used
to play with this naughty Bemba boy called Chilufya we always used to climb the
nchenja tree that provided shade for an outdoor classroom. The pupils never knew
until one day Chilufya dropped some fruits on the teacher,” he explains. The
teacher called the boys down, Mr Maonde froze stiff remembering his last
whipping, and the other boy took flight and never returned.
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Washing Day, 2013, oil on canvas by Vincent Maonde |
“The teacher didn’t beat me. Instead I was asked if
I want to start school when I agreed, I was given free books and pencils, but
my sister at home never knew until they summoned her as my guardian when I
passed number one. At the time I didn’t even know my sir name so I used my
brother in laws, Banda. So I started out as Vincent Banda,” he says bursting
into another explosion of laughter.
“My sister at this point was very excited, they even
bought me uniforms and I was the smartest because she would personally comb my
hair, it was strait because my grandfather was Portuguese “.
But later, in 1958, Mr Maonde would return to his
parents in Lusaka, whom had now moved to Matero from the tiny servant’s
quarters they occupied behind a large house near St. Ignatius Catholic Church in
Rhodes Park where his father served a white family as a cook. Of his visits to this
home, he recollects very nice meals that they were privileged to have while the
majority black Zambians in the townships faced hardships. He also remembers the
days being full of incidence.
“Those days (in the late 1950s) you had to cross the
yard of the muzungu (white person) at
owner’s risk, all of them had these huge dogs; it is as if they were trained
just to bite blacks. Also when we were walking around mu mayadi (the suburbs), the white boys would shoot at us with pellet
guns, we used to fight back with catapults, there was so much hatred,” he
recalls.
He however remembers his European teachers as being
very kind, they used personal resources to buy him 6 white shirts, a school
blazer, straw hat, socks and shoes that were too expensive for his father to afford
even on a cooks wages although the position attracted the highest pay among
house staff.
His return to Lusaka would also trigger seriousness
in his art. He was quickly identified and encouraged by his art teachers at
Prince Philip, whom he says were British and educated even up to Master’s
Degree level in Fine Art. It was not too long before he also caught the eye of artist
and philanthropist Mrs. Cynthia Zukas MBE.
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Market Place, 2013, oil on canvas by Vincent Maonde |
“In Zambia the beginning of art started with white
settlers, and I joined the Lusaka Art Society when I was very young. Mrs Zukas,
I have known her from my childhood, that’s why I questioned her one day this
woman how old is she? Because when was in form two she still used to look the
way she looks today,” he says “I used to run an art club at Matero Welfare Centre,
they would come with the husband and pick me up in the evening and also we used
to meet at the Evelyn Hone College that time there were no blacks so they were
trying to recruit us, that’s when I met Henry Tayali he was already painting on
canvas at the time”
With the Lusaka Arts Society, he would go on
painting excursions along the Kafue River, where they would work from nature.
They were never bothered by passers-by because blacks were still afraid of whites;
but he was already used to them from school. This was just a year before
independence and a considerable number of Europeans that could not cope with
integration had started to leave the country.
Nevertheless, Zambia was soon independent and a few
years later Mr Maonde would complete his Form 5 (Grade 12 equivalent) and
subsequently become one of the first black students at the Evelyn Hone College enrolling
in 1970 and graduating with a diploma in art in 1973. The permanent job in the
museums however did not hinder his progress as a professional artist and he
begun to exhibit widely in far flung places such as Gothenburg, Sweden in 1977
and Toronto, Canada in 1979. In 1982 he even secured a 3-year stint to upgrade
his academic qualifications at the Rage Gate School of Art & Design.
Mr Maonde says one of the most memorable moments in
his art career is when he was commissioned to illustrate a children’s book by a
wealthy American family that would later invite him to New York for a holiday
and exhibition.
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From The River, 2013, oil on canvas by Vincent Maonde |
“I just received a call in my office at the museum
asking me to come for a holiday. About a week later Zambia Airways called me
that they have a ticket for me,” he recalls “I remember when I got to New York
they were waiting for me in a convertible Cadillac, it was like a dream, they
took me any place I mentioned, I think it was sometime in 1993 I can’t remember
but I will have to check my passport. I met the CBS television network president,
the director of Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, the largest art museum
in the US. I went to Chinatown, they even flew me to Niagara Falls in their
private jet, when I came back they gave me another assignment and paid me very,
very well”.
But looking back at the general state of the visual
arts in Zambia over the past 50 years, he observes that, the field has never
been taken seriously.
“In Zambia we have a very big problem all the
governments that come in have been full of lip-service, look you can’t have a
country that does not have a national art gallery, just look at Zimbabwe next
door, that’s why they have made progress in art because they have several,” he
argues indicating that the efforts of opening a national gallery here in Zambia
this month is somewhat a tall story particularly in the manner that it has been
handled.
In fact the National Gallery of Zimbabwe “is a state
owned non-profit making organization that was established by an Act of
Parliament in 1953 and falls under the Ministry of Education, Sports, Art and
Culture, to promote and preserve visual art in the country through continuous
acquisition and conservation of artworks in the permanent collection and other
various activities”.
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Fisher Boys, 2013, oil on canvas, by Vincent Maonde |
The gallery has a full-time director as well as
curator. The curator oversees the gallery exhibitions while the director is a
link between the ministry and the Board of Trustees that also includes the
mayor of Harare and if they have been running like this for 55 years, they must
be doing something right which has seen the opening of two regional branches
The National Gallery in Bulawayo and he National Gallery of Zimbabwe in Mutare
just 15 years ago.
“This thing they have built without any consultation
with artists and now they are saying you run it? Artists don’t run galleries,
to run an art gallery is a profession on its own. So now artists will have to
look for money to pay for electricity, water and so on where are they going to
get this money,” he charges.
“I was very happy when I heard government has given National
Arts Council (NAC) K2.5 Billion (old currency) because they will do something.
But they were just here every week, secretly, you know getting these allowances
and doing nothing, we have a big problem,” he says insinuating a hint of
mismanagement “The planning has been done from Lusaka, look when government
gives you K2.5 billion you have to make sure you finish the whole project
within that, government won’t have money to continue giving you they have
bigger things to do like build roads and hospitals”.
He says it would be sad if NAC has misappropriated
the funds allocated to the gallery and are now expecting the Visual Arts
Council Livingstone Branch to run it on empty coffers. He only got to see the
team from Lusaka when they needed him to help locate the plots demarcation
beacons into the former Livingstone show grounds.
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Untitled, 2013, oil on canvas by Vincent Maonde |
“We advised them that there is nowhere in the world
where artists run galleries that’s why in the beginning the Henry Tayali
gallery was run by a board and had employees, I don’t know how it’s done now,”
he says.
While he maintains that the arts have failed to
flourish because of the lack of significant political will, he feels Zambians
in general have always looked down upon the visual arts as a field for failures
and that even parents will discourage their children against taking up art professionally.
“We don’t have a strong base you can call a movement
because there is also no strong policy, our works are always bought by foreigners,
I’ve only sold works to two black Zambians and they are women,” he reveals “You
cannot rule out poverty, there is so much poverty in this country look I raised
15 children (including extended family) in this house I thought when I retire I
will be free but it’s not the case, most artists paint to sell, they can’t
express themselves artistically. If someone paints some giraffes and sells
everyone else will start painting giraffes, but there are very good artists
quite a lot of them”.
He suggests there is a need of total re-education for
Zambians on the importance of art as a career path and subsequently a means of
job creation and this can only start with firm government policy.
Meanwhile, Mr Maonde continues to produce
magnificent paintings from underneath his mango trees, his collectors mainly
American tourists are still smitten by the idyllic rural themed landscapes and
village scenes he sells by means of the displays in the Livingstone National
Museum and Squires Restaurant at the Zambezi Sun Hotel
Many artists at various stages in their careers have
passed under his mentorship and tutelage during his time as the Chairman for
VAC Livingstone such as Firoz Patel, Clare Mateke, Bernard Kopeka and his son
Alumedi Maonde. Under his leadership VAC Livingstone was consolidated into one
of the most organized branches in the country beating Lusaka in membership
figures.
(First published in The Bulletin & Record Magazine Dec/Jan 2015 edition)