In our conversation, I ask Manyaku where her work as an artist originates, to which she explains that, “my background is in fashion design. My siblings and I all wanted to be artists, but our dad was always trying to push us towards creative pathways that were less risky. A lot of the women in my family are seamstresses – so the world of textile and clothing came very naturally. At fashion school, we had subjects like art history and fashion illustration; and these drew me in. The fashion world wasn’t very inclusive at that time and I wanted to find a place in an industry where I could be uncompromising myself.” It was the subject of art history that first initiated Manyaku’s curiosity for mean-making as the direction of her pull toward creative expression, saying that “art history taught me an understanding of form and how I could build this world of my own, through the lens of critical and cultural theory, but as a creative expression. I dropped out and then worked at a gallery. The gallery was my university – it was an incredible education, especially artist liaison, and I learned from them how to explore mediums.”
For Manyaku, revisiting historical and ancestral narratives through her contemporary experience, was a solution to the lack of representation that has sought to repress and oppress Black people, specifically in the context of creative disciplines. As she says, “I started with sketching and I was initially interested in portraiture. I hadn’t seen myself or my friends reflected much in either art or fashion. So, my creative beginning starts at a place where I didn’t see myself – and so I had to purge and reckon with that.”
Manyaku’s work is cosmic-building, and she has referred to her work as an ‘act of cherishing lineage’ – I ask Manyaku, how in the process of examining herself and identity, it has led to expand across space and time to include her lineage – physically, ancestrally and as a lineage of ideas and preservations? To which she says, “I just knew that in whatever I did, I could not speak of myself without referring to my grandparents and the knowledge that they have passed onto me. While I was putting together my solo exhibition, I had this recurring memory playing in my head. I’m from Limpopo and my family is Christian, but the church we are a part of, practice through traditional means,” and that “our indigenous knowledge systems are involved in our interpretation of Christianity. There is this duality involved in my lived experience – and the memory I have is of these three framed images on my grandmother’s wall. One of my great-grandfather’s portraits, then of her and her husband in their church uniform, and then in between them was a knock-off of The Last Supper. I realised these images are the perfect juxtaposition of what my life is like; it is a blend of acknowledging my ancestors and their way of being.”
When Manyaku’s grandfather passed away, the last original hut that he was raised in burnt down. From the ashes, the only thing that survived was a tin of her great-grandfather’s herbal medicines, and Manyaku reflects that “there is always this presence of ancestry of lineage. The way that I understand myself and the way that I move forward is understanding that they are always with me. We believe that you have to look into the past, to look into the future. It is very important to me that my work reflects my contemporary presence and reality, alongside the presence of ancestry.” Beyond all material epitaphs left behind by her ancestors; it was the herbal medicine that survived the fire. I am sure a more literal metaphor for the sanctity of indigenous knowledge and the work of honouring it, could be offered; such is the wisdom of Spirit.
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