Mascarillas to Celebrate a Collaborative Earth Familia

The gods have “inner” or “spiritual” eyes (oju inun) with which to see the world of heaven and “outside eyes” (oju ode) with which to view the word of men and women. When a person comes under the influence of a spirit, his ordinary eyes swell to accommodate the inner eyes, the eyes of god. He will look broadly across the whole of all the devotees, he will open his eyes abnormally. Araba Eko, Lagos. 13 Janurary 1972. Flash of the Spirit. African and Afro-American Art and Philosophy Robert Farris Thompson 1983

Ritual contact with divinity underscores the religious aspirations of the Yoruba. To become possessed by the spirit of the Yoruba deity, which is a formal goal of the religion, is to “make the god”, to capture numinous flowing force within one’s body. When this happens, the face of the devotee usually freezes into a mask, a mask often (but not always) held during the time of possession by the spirit. Aṣhe is untranslatable.

Flash of the Spirit. African and Afro-American Art and Philosophy Robert Farris Thompson 1983

Bámigbóyè: A Master Sculptor of the Yorùbá Tradition. Mask, carved wood. James Green
With Olúṣẹ̀yẹ Adéṣọlá, Anne Turner Gunnison, Efeoghene Igor, Will Rea, and Cathy Silverman. Yale University Press 2022

Chilean Patagonia. The tip of South America

Claudio Rodriguez Lanfranco

-KAWÉSKAR: THE AYAYEMA STATEMENT-

Ayayema es uno de los espíritus del mundo sobrenatural Kawéskar. Para los Kawéskar -canoeros de los archipiélagos del fin del mundo- existe un orden en la naturaleza, una armonía. Si esta se rompe cuando alguien se enferma o se produce un accidente, es causado por Ayayema, un espíritu poderoso que en su ser, lleva esa propiedad de alterar el orden. Ayayema proviene de hóutk’a álowe “más allá del horizonte”, que es la tierra de los espíritus que transitan desde ese mundo al mundo de los hombres. Él es un depredador, se alimenta de la energía vital de los seres vivos, viene al mundo de los hombres a cazar.

YO SOY LA VOZ DEL CIELO SUR

QUE TRAE EL INVIERNO Y EL ANGOSTO DIA AUSTRAL

SOMBRAS ENORMES QUE SE LEVANTAN EN LA NOCHE

ALLÍ DONDE VIVE AYAYEMA

ESPÍRITU DEL RUIDO QUE RONCA ENTRE MONTAÑAS Y GLACIARES

QUE CAMINA EN LA ESPESURA DEL BOSQUE Y EL PANTANO

MITAD LLANTO HUMANO, MITAD GRITO DE BESTIA

ÉL TRAE AL VIENTO QUE VUELCA LAS CANOAS

ALLÍ HABITA RONDANDO LA NOCHE

ESCALANDO EL AGUA DE LAS CASCADAS

TRAYENDO EL MAL TIEMPO QUE HEMOS APRENDIDO A VER

EN EL PASO DE UNA BANDADA DE LOROS

QUE HEMOS COMBATIDO QUEMANDO UN DIENTE DE LOBA

Y HECHANDO SUS CENIZAS AL MAR.” (*)

I AM THE VOICE OF THE SOUTH SKY

THAT BRINGS THE WINTER AND THE NARROW SOUTHERN DAY

HUGE SHADOWS THAT RISE AT NIGHT

WHERE AYAYEMA LIVES

THE SPIRIT OF THE NOISE THAT SNORES AMONG MOUNTAINS AND GLACIERS

THAT WALKS IN THE THICKNESS OF THE FOREST AND THE SWAMP

HALF WEEPING HUMAN, HALF THE CRY OF A BEAST

HE BRINGS THE WIND THAT OVERTURNS THE CANOES

THERE HE LIVES WANDERING AROUND THE NIGHT

CLIMBING THE WATER OF THE WATERFALLS

BRINGING THE BAD WEATHER THAT WE HAVE LEARNED TO SEE

IN THE PASSAGE OF A FLOCK OF PARROTS

THAT WE HAVE FIGHTED BY BURNING A WOLF’S TEETH

AND MAKING THEIR ASHES INTO THE SEA.” (*)

En los Ceremoniales Kawéskar se usaban máscaras que representaban estos espíritus, usadas por los hombres, ya que las mujeres no podían llevarlas. Éstas máscaras, así como la pintura corporal, están más relacionadas con usos rituales que artísticos. Entre los Kawéskar existía un repertorio de canciones para estas ocasiones. Como parte de su rica tradición oral, estas experiencias se transmitían a los iniciados de generación en generación en cánticos alrededor de grandes fogatas donde Ayayema era un protagonista. Es el único tipo de expresión musical que se conoce de este pueblo. Las canciones ceremoniales se desconocen hoy y solo se cuenta con el testimonio de la literatura especializada.

Kuosá jeksólok ak’uás æs čačár tawaisélok aksǽmhar os

aselái eik’olájer-s kuos ko at ku kiáu afsenák at árka æs sa

at-terré akér. Kuosá jeksólok k’uas ajajéma aselái kiarlájer-s

kuo. Ktep če jerwosé jerwo c’eláksnær kuktép sepplakstákečéjer: “Čawáal, táu ča čáu-s afsáwel?”, æsk’ák. Kuosá

kewókser kuos asekstá-ker jeksólok ka kuteké hóutk’a álowe

kčes: “Ajáu,” æsk’ák, “ak’uás ča sepplakstá-kuer-kéwel-aká?”

Y después el finado, el espíritu, el alma de mi difunto papá, decían, contaban en aquella carpa, se sentía hablar, en la carpa que quedaba más arriba de la mía. Y a los espíritus les decían Ayayema así los llamaban. A él me mandaron, me mandaron animándome y le pregunté a él: “Padre, ¿eres tú el que está hablando?”, así dije. Y me respondió el espíritu que mora más allá del horizonte: “Sí”, así [dijo], “¿por qué me estás preguntando?

Los cuentos, relatos de viaje y las historias de vida Kawéskar, constituyen lo que se ha llamado “arte de la palabra”. Joel Sherzer y Greg Urban (1986) manifiestan que “Ningún indígena sudamericano ha ganado jamás el premio Nobel por su actuación (performance) oral u oratoria política. Sin embargo, todos los días y todas las noches los miembros de remotas sociedades de Brasil, Ecuador, Panamá, Chile, que viven en medioambientes no tecnológicos, están creando y desplegando una notable diversidad de formas verbales caracterizadas por riqueza metafórica, procesos poéticos y retóricos y estilos intensamente personales, todos los cuales son parte íntima de la reproducción y transmisión de sus tradiciones culturales y estéticas”.

Entre los Kawéskar se desarrolló durante siglos este arte de la palabra y fue la única manera de transmitir el conocimiento y de expresar estéticamente mediante la palabra (cf. O. Aguilera)

Poemas sobre máscaras desde poemario inédito Luz de lluvia escrito por Claudia Vila Molina

Grietas de la máscara

No nos es dado seguir hablando

ni de encontrar rastros perdidos

el azul juega con sus colores

y se forman raíces a tu alrededor

Son formas ennegrecidas

del sucio mineral de tu sangre,

espacio leve disgregado

en torno a esa máscara.

Tiempo ancestral

Recorro espacios cerrados

la memoria archiva actos conocidos

y solo vapor emerge desde estados de la imaginación,

mi mente perpetra esos instintos

(armonía remota de un entramado salvaje)

lucho por la veracidad de signos confiscados

y es penetrante tu esencia

ese código agrieta mis destinos

y películas convergen hacia tu manantial

Algo nos rodea desde siempre,

imagen pétrea instalada en cuencas de la prehistoria,

hallazgos convergen en un territorio incógnito

Nos bebemos como queriendo extraer máscaras

el tiempo pronuncia arenas tras los montes

y nos derrumban los temporales.


Jaky La Brune

Jaky La Brune, France

Theo Ellsworth

Missoula, Montana artist Theo Ellsworth

Ricardo Castro Piuke

Es un asunto de querer magnetizar los elementos encontrados. Unirlos como si fueran una solución a un problema, sin tener , ni presentarse como problema. Al encontrar un objeto se van produciendo solas las uniones, la visión de esa reunión empieza a crear se su propia obra. Una inspiración creativa que se gesta a través de las palabras y las acciones. Arte de acción, teatro, poesía, plástica.

Nacido el año de 1961 y dedicado a la creación artística desde entonces, cuento en la actualidad con 62 años y perseveró con entusiasmo en la creación de poesía, obra plástica y conciertos de poesía.

Irene Plazewska 

Scorned Spirit. Clay & paint. Ireland
By Irene Plazewska 

Eternal Myth and Art in the work of Francisco Ríos

Francisco Rios Araya blends the ancient diversity between Paracas culture and Chilote mythology to build a new mythic hybrid. Rios creates a séance with the memories of archaeological sites, improvised ceremony and masks.

Miguel Ángel Huerta Zuñiga

Miguel Ángel Huerta Zuñiga Técnica :cartapesta 15×26 cms Año 2023

Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant

 

Mun gee dik lives in rocks and along shadows near lake Manitou…it is said this spirit hid a cache of weapons in a cave from the marauding Iroquois…some believe weapons are hidden to this day and include modern firearms that were lost or thought stolen…the Great War hero Kawbenaw is said to still be alive and is keeping these weapons…someday mun gee dik and Kawbenaw will make themselves known

written and created by Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant

Mitchell Pluto

In August 1869, Alexander Jay Russell, a railroad photographer, captured an image of an unidentified entity during a total solar eclipse in Western Montana Territory. Russell’s journal entry depicted the creature as a tree-like being that glided along the ground and through the trees, mimicking every texture it encountered. The dark visor was the only consistent characteristic.

Photos found at an estate sale in 2023 are now in the possession of the Montana Historical Society Research Center Archives. Certain independent researchers suggest that this camouflaged entity possesses the capacity to swiftly adjust its chromatophores, enabling it to blend into any surroundings without being easily observed or recognized. This trait resembles that of Cephalopoda, the only organism known to exhibit such capabilities.

Many witnesses in Montana reported similar encounters during the solar eclipse on February 26, 1979, like Russell’s. Authorities have not yet released any official comments to the public.

epilogue

Ulen the elegant trickster. Plays tricks with his double, 1923. Photograph by Martin Gusinde

“In 1923, the Ulen only appeared once and then simply to amuse the public. A man went to the camp and told the women and children to observe the Hain closely. Awhile later, they saw Ulen’s large head protruding from one side of the Hain, his right arm arched over it. He started fixedly at the audience for several minutes and then vanished, only to reappear instantly on the other side of the hut, with his left arm arched over his head, still staring. The public marveled at the speed at the speed with which he cover the distance of some eight metres. The public did not know that the “backstage” there were two rigorously identical Ulens, posed at each side of the Hain. A third man gave them signals as to the exact moment at which they were to protrude their heads. The performers practiced a great deal in order to coordinate their movements and remain immobile for several minutes.”

Chapman, Anne (2008) Hain, Selknam Initiation Ceremony. Initiation ceremony of the Selknam of Tierra Del Fuego 12 160-162

Coffee with Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant

Saturday, April 18, 2020

It’s my duty as an artist to to mention the Woodlands Medicine painting founded by Norval Morrisseau and practiced today by Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant. The style has made a very relevant impression on me. This includes practicing the ability to X-ray Dreamtime and remember the House of Invention. It would be a great misfortune not to mention this source of inspiration. I have had a correspondence with Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant since 2009 around the same time I discovered Norval Morrisseau. The coincidence is very meaningful to me. It has helped mature and guide my own artistic process. I am honored to have Duncan as a friend and brother in the fellowship of art

Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant conversation in his own words

I started to do art in public school. I always was interested in drawing and painting. In time I realized I was quite good at it and was always asked to draw for the class room I always continued to paint throughout high school where I sold my first painting, it was of the rock band KISS. I did many rock bands and then I concentrated on motorcycles..I painted them on masonite board with oil based house paint. I also did many superhero’s and comic book cover reproductions. I then spent more time painting in the woodland style created by Norval Morrisseau.

Norval Morrisseau Painting and Duncan Neganigwane Pheasant’s notation on the Shaking Tent Ceremony

Eventually I developed my own style. I’m Ojibwa on Manitoulin Island and it is here where I developed my style of Ojibwe Woodland Medicine painting. I do not follow the color wheel or any training. When I went to college for art I learned more what not to do then what I was told to do, I let the brush take control and it is like automatic writing, my backgrounds which I do before I paint any subject takes me about two to five minutes to paint, depending on the size of the canvas.

Many subjects used in my art come from the sacred scrolls and rock art painted on cliffs throughout northern Ontario. The main subject is drawn out in a few seconds, like Norval Morrisseau I draw out ten paintings at once while the spirit moves me. It can be days even weeks before paint touches the canvas the all of a sudden the spirit comes and the art pours out. All the art I paint comes from the same place as Norval Morrisseau, from the house of invention. He said some day you will visit it, I did visit it one night..I dreamed I entered a great hall full of fantastic paintings and crafts as I walked through the great hall I noticed all of the art was mine..everything I ever done and everything I will do..it was fantastic.

Nanabush at the Cliffs

I continue on with my painting and exploration of creating art and there are times I feel something some sort of presence..it’s hard to explain but I feel a connection to something really really old ..as if something or someone is here while I paint. I will do a painting and later when it’s almost finished I’ll look at it and say to myself “I know what this is !” this is so n so or something in my past or a story, legend. Many paintings come out from someplace totally unknown to me and I’ll say wholly fuck! This is so n so..or I’ll start writing about a painting, a story and it’s like automatic writing..I’ll read what I wrote..a story or song or poem that goes with the piece and can’t believe I did it..

The Owl of Springtime . The story of the first Owl to return to Manitoulin after the great Purification Fire and how the Great Manitou gave the Owl the task of replanting the Island.

An elder told me the feeling I get of something old is the ancestors coming to watch me paint..especially if I’m painting them..of course I’m not in control, like Norval Morrisseau I draw out the painting in a few minutes..the same with the backgrounds. I look at them (backgrounds) for a painting and wonder where in hell did that come from? backgrounds take me maybe two to five minutes to do depending on the size of the canvas. I’ll do maybe three to five backgrounds in one session. I’ll put the paint on a platter and away I go, not even cleaning the brush doing all at once..then I’ll look at them and WOW this one has clouds or sunlight here n there or maybe a mountain a lake etc 30×40 canvas 5 minutes..where did I see this before I wonder..this is so familiar..then I think..from the house of creation.

Like yourself Mitchell, we create things that never existed in this universe. anyone can paint landscapes or people and animals but the work we do is totally from another dimension. I was in AA heading to a meeting walking from my place across town. I am not living in this house at the time. As I was walking all of a sudden a hole opened up on my left side just behind me..like a window into a parallel universe..bright light shone through the window and it lit up the street. I could see everything along the road like all the detail of the grass and gravel. Then I felt hands pulling on my clothing like people trying to pull me in or trying to pull themselves through into this world. Then the window closed with a whoosh! The light reminded me of car lights. Nobody was behind me, no traffic..I think this happened in a few seconds but felt like minutes..it took place exactly in front of the house I ended up renting and then buying. I think of it from time to time.

I’m quite interested in Quantum physics, dark matter, dark energy, the idea of fuzzy stuff as to what makes a molecule move a certain way and instantaneous. Another molecule a million miles away moves the same time, moves the same way as if connected and the idea of tests done on molecules that only work if there is an observer. I try not to have a favorite painting..I don’t want to fall in love with any of my art, if I did I would have certain pieces that are still here on my walls. Each piece I do will leave my place and be put out into the world. I let it go..sometimes I will run into one of them and it’s like seeing an old friend or family member.

The bird and the stone

I do favor some pictures of pieces. I did in the past and they are in my photo collections..The bird and the stone..not just for the composition but also for the story that was shared with me.

I was told about stones along the north shore of Manitoulin island..they came from the Lacloche mountains when they were as tall as  the Rockies,,the glaciers shaved them down and deposited  these stones all over Manitoulin, the stones are said to be a depository for everything that happened in the stones existence, The Stone is alive and has a memory..one day a bird landed on the stone very tired and quite old..The bird spoke to himself  "I am nearing the end of my life and have no one to share my experiences", the stone made itself  known and told the bird "I have seen a million sunsets..many animals have brushed by my face..many sunny days and cold winters I have seen..I have heard and remembered  the sweet language of the people it is all here stored in my spirit..some day I will be up on the top of the mountain and again at the bottom of the sea. I will carry inside me your memories my bird friend I carry all the memories..and when I become sand again all the memories will be released into the world!"

The painting shows the stone and inside the memories, the red spirit of its life.outside in the sky is the great Manitou spirit and the creator waiting for the bird to let go of its hold on its world and fly up in spirit. The painting shows the stone and inside the memories, the red spirit of its life.outside in the sky is the great Manitou spirit and the creator waiting for the bird, to let go of its hold on its world and fly up in spirit. It is known that rocks contain minerals and these minerals can hold onto events that happened in its presence..When the conditions are right some of these memories can be perceived and heard by people passing by or sitting near the stone…Like magnetic tape when drawn against a device it’s memories can be heard or like VHS tape it can be seen.

Repulsive gargoyle like face with powerful gorilla like arms lives a huge wild man roaming the north eastern realm of the Niagara escarpment frequenting the area of the a Green bush road and up to the cup and saucer trail and in the basin between the cliffs of Mchigeeng First Nation. One of the first white men to write about this creature was a Jesuit priest Father Rolland. Entire Odawa bands would not venture outside during a sighting..all living in great fear while the head man of each household sat with his rifle all night long he wrote. I remember my grandfather doing this one night when I was about five years old 1965, My grandmother yelling out Jimniddo and chasing us kids into the house just before sunset.These beasts are said to be quite lonesome and stealing people. Some say the beasts are full of remorse and great sadness turning into great anger.

The thing about doing Woodland Native is the color choices. We don’t plan the colors it just happens and the originator of this style of art didn’t plan on the topics he (Norval Morriseau ) just drew it out in a minute then painted it. Guided by the spirits.