Given the limited size of the SAart world, it’s common for peopleto wear more than one hat. Fewwear as many as Teresa Lizamore:consultant to two major institu-tional collections and, for the pastfew weeks, curator of not just oneut two commercial gallery spaces.And, in a way, it all happened bychance.Formerly a secretary, when in 1982Sasol moved from Sandton to their since much enlarged Rosebank HQshe applied for a job in their PR department. She was asked by thenCEO Joe Stegmann if she woulde interested in helping to set up acorporate art collection, and whenshe said yes, was promptly sentto RAU (now the University of Johannesburg) for three years, atSasol’s expense, to study the his-tory of art.There she studied under LeoniSchmidt, who became a mentor and close friend. Schmidt was ap- pointed to the advisory committeeof art professionals Sasol set up.She was also already consulting toRand Merchant Bank, in which ca-
pacity Lizamore rst assisted her,
then succeeded her when Schmidtemigrated some 15 years ago.Stegmann was another strong earlysupporter, and Lizamore describes building up the Sasol collection asa “wonderful journey.” Twenty-odd years ago it was possible to buy a lot of work at what todaylook ridiculously low prices.Moreover, the aim was to buildup a representative contemporarycollection, which could meanacquiring controversial pieces.Stegmann refused to be swayed bystaff protests, which Lizamore sayswould not be so easy to ignore inthese more democratic days.Lizamore worked full-time for Sasol for 10 years, subsequently
rst part-time and now as a
consultant. This brought freedomto diversify, as Sasol didn’t allowfull-time staff to take other work.
Consulting to RMB was the rst
fruit of this, and though that col-lection receives less exposurethan Sasol’s, it comprises 1 500works, not that far short of Sasol’s2 000. But it’s a very differentkind of collection: while there areno claims to representivity, some
may nd it more accessible, as the
main, and by no means unworthy,objective is just to put visually ap- pealing art on the walls.
Then, in 2000, she fullled a long-
standing ambition by opening the
rst Artspace gallery at her home
in Fairland. This operated until2007, with much success. She
considers it a beautiful space, lled
with good exhibitions, but in timefelt a need to move to a morecentral location offering better exposure. So in March 2008 she moved tothe art strip in Parkwood. The tim-ing could hardly have been worse, just months before the art marketwent into meltdown worldwide.But even that hasn’t deterred her from another venture.A common problem on the artstrip is storage space, so Lizamoredecided to redevelop her old gal-lery both as a store and a new kindof venue. So last month saw thelaunch of the satellite ArtspaceWarehouse back in Fairland, whichfunctions as a salon where, in thewords of the blurb, “clients canview stock at leisure in a relaxedenvironment.”Alternatively, they can view her entire stock on screen, then haveindividual works brought to Park-wood for physical inspection.Like Artspace itself, ArtspaceWarehouse is available for hire for private functions, seminars andworkshops. While it is not prima-rily an exhibition space, it mayhost exhibitions from time to time:the launch featured an exhi - bition around Verenka Paschke’sillustrated book, Stil Lewe, whichis still running.Sasol has always regarded itsart collection as part of its socialresponsibility programme, and Liz-amore extends that philosophy toher other activities.Sasol itself sponsors the an-nual New Signatures competition,which claims to be the oldest inSA. For some years, it also spon-sored the Sasol Wax award, nowsadly discontinued. And regular open days are not only opportuni-ties to roam the Rosebank HQ toview the latest acquisitions, theyhave also been used to showcasevarious musical groups from must,however inelegantly, be referred toas the previously disadvantaged.At RMB, it was decided in 2006to liven up the staff canteen walls by commissioning local artists to
paints murals reecting the corpo
-rate culture of Traditional Values,Innovative Ideas. Eight up-and-coming artists were commissionedto paint six 2,4 m x 1.3 m murals(two works were created by twoartists jointly) which are now partof its collection and permanentlyon view in the canteen.And last year, Artspace launchedits own mentorship project for established artists to give guid-ance to new artists. Last year’smentors were Leora Farber, TanyaPoole and Walter Oltmann; thisyear’s, Wilma Cruise, Kagiso PatMautloa, David Koloane, andUsha Seejarim, so the projecthas obviously found favour withtop creative talents who want to plough something back into thecommunity.Given her corporate links, Liz-amore is in a good position togauge the impact of the recessionon corporate spending on the arts.While it would be improper for
her to comment specically on
the plans of Sasol or RMB, it’sclear she sees this as a vulnerablearea, “soft” spending in contrast torecipients like health or education. It’s a widely shared fear, not justin SA but internationally. One canonly hope that the efforts of per-suasive advocates like Lizamorewill minimise the impact, andthat her commercial ventures willcontinue to prosper. Michael Coulson
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Teresa Lizamore - Art Space Johannesburg
One of the themes that I picked upon that this year’s Joburg Art Fair was a trend in intimate, personal, psycho-sexual paintings. Paintingsthat grapple with psychologicalrather than socio-political realitiesor conceptual trickery, they exploreloss, desire, memory, transience,an uncertain connection to the no-tion of place or home…Interestingly, these paintings camemostly out of Cape Town, with astrong showing at the João Ferreirastand. I was drawn again and againto the hazy, valium-seeped paint-ings of Sanell Aggenbach, whosemuted palette and private renegadenarratives recall the poems of Sylvia Plath, Michael Cunning-ham’s landmark novel, The Hours,or Sam Mendes’s recent screenadaptation of Richard Yates’s 1961novel, Revolutionary Road.It is as if Aggenbach comes to her subjects dazed and half in a dream,with only one foot in this fast andfurious world of ours. Her portraitshave a strange, gloomy allure,drawing one into a ghostly world
in which one cares ercely but
mutely, as if in a dream. Also atJoão Ferreira were the odd Freud-ian gymnastics conjured in Mark Hipper’s black and white oils, andthe hauntingly nostalgic paintingsof Louise Linder, which seemto recall some kind of lost idyll, being based on small black andwhite photographs from her child-hood in Mozambique. I have long been a fan of the lyrical and oddlyincidental glimpses of life capturedin the quietly sensual paintings of Tom Culberg, who seems to havemigrated from João Ferreira toWhatiftheworld…And there are others who gravitatetowards these twisted, privatedalliances in painting. But mostlythey are from Cape Town or repre-sented by the Cape Town galleries,while the focus in Johannesburgseems to be more outward looking,with a strong foothold in photogra- phy cerebral/conceptual engage-ments with form, social documen-tary excursions, installation andurban interventions.That is why I was so refreshed thisweekend to sneak into Brodie/Stevenson on a quiet Saturdayafternoon, while nobody else wasabout, and have Mary Wafer’s paintings all to myself. Wafer isone of the few contemporary High-veld painters who approach thecanvas with the same psychologi-cal depth that I was drawn to at theFair. Her paintings are darkly lyri-
cal, yet at the same time ercely
committed to the prosaic concrete
world in which we nd ourselves
up here on the Reef. Her solo isno disappointment. And with thefabulously stoic title, The frontier is never somewhere else, it doesn’tget more grittily Joburg than this.‘My paintings take the urban land-scape of Johannesburg as subjectmatter… The overwhelminglychallenging materiality of the citydemands a constant navigation,attention and vigilance, a perpetualre-negotiation and re-interpretationof the particular imagined and realspaces we occupy,’ writes Wafer.‘Because the city is envisioned andexperienced differently by every person in it, the whole, what makesJoburg Joburg, seems to existalmost entirely in the imaginationsof its inhabitants.’Being greatly enamoured of Wafer’s passionately matter-of-fact canvases, I purposely did notattend the opening and waited untila few weeks later when it was safeto soak up the show without theinterference of the sipping throngs.This silent mode of absorptionseemed the perfect context inwhich to receive these images,which are a wonderful kind of headtrip.Wafer’s freeway painting thatadorns the cover of Ivan Vladislavic’s novel, The ExplodedView, is forever burned into myconsciousness, and the titles of her paintings do not betray thatinherently literary mental tattoo.Disjunctive phrases like (Murder)
When our mouths are lled with
the uninvited tongues of others or menacing sentences like I needto be in a town where they knowwhat I’m like evoke truncatednarratives that offer clues into thedepopulated scenes before you.But the words and details are never enough to tell a full story – morelike forensic tidbits that provokedislocated red herring thoughts.The titles also thicken the crime plot instigated by two paintings in particular, which feature little morethan left over splotches of blood.I think what I love most aboutthese urban abstractions is the paradox they evoke in relation tothe notion of Romance. At surfacelevel, they could be construed ascynical, abstract depictions of aharsh and soulless city. But thatwould be overlooking the passionand sensuality of the brushwork.Each smudge, blur, slash anddrip of oil paint seems like somestrange oblique homage to thisinscrutable city.And the abstraction of buildingsreaches moments of transcendent beauty – black, grey, muted beautyinterrupted by the unexpected brilliant green of Astroturf or thedazzling illumination of neonlight at night. These are paintingsthat seem so beyond any sense of Romance as pertains to the 18thcentury European tradition. Butlook again. Are they not deeplysolitary engagements with thelandscape? Are they not passion-ately concerned with the sublime play of light? Is the painter’srelationship with Johannesburg nota doomed kind of love? These arethe kinds of questions that springto mind when faced with Wafer’s paintings. And why I am at onewith her description of painting asa ‘conceptual practice that operatesas a platform for investigatingsocial realities’. Sometimes peopleforget that painting can be the mostconceptual art form of all.
Images:
(Above) Mary Wafer (Murder) Black and Blue2009Oil on canvas40 x 50 cmImage appears courtesy Brodie/Stevenson(Left) Mary Wafer An End has a Start2008 Oil on canvas105 x 150 cmImage appearscourtesy Brodie/Stevenson
Alex Dodd
Crowds spill out of ArtSpace Gallery on its opening night
Photo: Willie Mojafe
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