Museu Nacional de Antropologia - Luanda, Angola

The Angola Anthropology Museum is in Luanda, the capital. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get in, because the website was not updated, partially broken and I had heard various museums had been shuttered to the general public due to the economic crisis. Teague and I had to fly from Huambo to Luanda anyway because I would be flying from Luanda to go home. So we decided it was worth a shot. Robert drew us a map with various landmarks to show to our driver. Once we got into the general vicinity we asked a few people for directions and were eventually pointed in the right direction.

Finally we arrived in front of a pink building (characteristic of all government buildings in Angola) that looked like it had once been a homestead. Later I discovered it had been the home of a businessman who made a living selling slaves. In 1976, shortly after Angola gained independence from Portugal, it became the Anthropology Museum.

We climbed out of the car and found our way inside. A cheery man greeted us at the door in Portuguese. We were thrilled to learn that not only were they open, but they would provide us with a guided tour!

Although this is a museum, it was not the typical museum experience. There was no grand entry hall featuring a coat check and optional MP3 tours.  There were no brochures in different languages or maps of the museum layout. In fact, there wasn't even electricity. However, two things were familiar: There were amazing artifacts and no pictures were allowed.

We began our tour with a beautiful hand carved canoe from Mafumeira wood. I pulled out my notebook and started furiously sketching everything I saw in an attempt to document as much as possible.

Woven baskets to catch fish. A scoop made from a hollowed Baobab fruit called an Imbondeiro. A guitar-like musical instrument called a Cihumba. There were weapons and arrow heads from many different tribes including the Chokwe people, whose artwork is the most famous around Angola. The guide told us that each arrow head had a different shape so the hunters would know who had gotten the kill.

There was a tool called a mortar and pestle, and although it was an ancient tool used to smash corn, I had seen women using this tool driving through the countryside on our trip to Namibe. It was a specific “U-shaped” branch called an Upi or hammer and a flat bowl shaped stone called a Pedra. This tool would come up again and again in my study of Angolan culture and it was fascinating to see one that had been used so long ago.

women using a mortar & pestle to smash corn

As we snaked around the rooms slowly, I was absorbing every detail of every item. Teague and our guide were being very patient with me as I sketched.

We came through one room and into the next and then I saw it! A Chokwe throne. Made from assembled wood and cowhide, this was the most fantastic symbol of Angolan history and culture enveloped into one incredible sculpture. It was more intricate and complex than any throne I had seen in my research and I was completely overwhelmed when I saw it.

It was at this point that my pen decided to give up and I was forced to seriously abbreviate my sketch. I was thrilled to find an image of the chair below, courtesy of the book, Chokwe, by Manuel Jordan.

The basic shape of the chair was based on early Portuguese design (that fact alone encompasses so much). The summit of the chair and leg stretchers were broken into rungs, each with a different representation of Angolan life and symbolism. This beautifully identifies the chair as uniquely Chokwe. These chairs were to be symbols of a chief’s power and authority and each rung describes a part of his responsibilities. The top rungs represent the spiritual realm showing figures wearing various ritual masks. The Chokwe also have a rich tradition of animal symbolism. One symbol represented here were the bats in the stretcher bar between the chair legs. Bats are used to symbolize that the chief can be aware of everything happening in his territory, even at night. Intentionally set below the bats on the bottom rungs show everyday life: women caring for children, making food and men playing music. The Angolan people and the Chokwe tribes in particular have survived because of their adaptability to outside influences. So, the rungs I found most interesting showed a European presence: clothed people holding the hands of unclothed people. The back of the chair had a rung showing a missionary on a horse. I loved this piece because of the optimistic choices made by the artist, showing the partnership between European and Chokwe people. This relationship was complex. Many times the Europeans and Chokwe fought each other. But this shows a moment time where they were at peace.

Chokwe Throne, Museu Nacional de Antropologia - Photo credit, Manuel Jordán, Chokwe.

One very unfortunate, and somewhat comical, result of my pen dying was having to sketch the masculine initiation ritual mask in pink ink. These masks are only similar shapes, but I wanted to include them because of their appearance on the top rungs of the throne.

Although the shape of the mask on the left is similar to the one I saw, it has notable differences. There were not fibers attached surrounding the face and there were doe or cow like ears protruding from the forehead. The twigs and bark making up the mask were red, black and white striped, which is consistent with initiation ceremonies. The explanation next to this one was that it was used specifically for a circumcision ceremony. The image below is a Chikuza which is used to protect the initiation camp physically and spiritually. So, while I believe they are not exactly the same, I think they may be related to the same ritual called the mukanda. These images below give at least a feel for the artifacts I am attempting to describe. 

The mask on the right is very similar to the one I saw in the museum. It is called a Pwo, or a female mask. These masks are generally used to symbolize the beauty of Chokwe women. They are used in many rituals and could represent a general female, a lover or a special relationship with an ancestor. 

By the time we reached the last room the guide told me I could take a picture. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be nice or just tired of waiting on me to sketch everything. I was thankful either way.

Necklace called a Kwamo, worn by a married woman. Made of ostrich egg shell beads and braidings of vegetable fiber.

Resources:
Ministerio da Cultura Museu Nacional de Antropologia, Pastoricia
Wastiau, Boris. Chokwe. Milan: 5 Continents, 2006. Print.
Jordán, Manuel. Chokwe. New York: Rosen Pub. Group, 1998. Print.
 

Voci Yetu & Tabita - Huambo, Angola

One way missionaries have made a tangible difference in Huambo is through economic empowerment. Two such examples are Voci Yetu (a Catholic women’s co-op) and the Tabita doll factory. Each business began in the 1970s shortly after Angola gained independence from Portugal.

Women (most with disabilities) were provided manual sewing machines and trained with simple patterns to make various textile items such as bags, clothes and dolls.

Voci Yetu bags

Tabita Dolls

Each doll is made to represent a certain city in Angola. This one has a baby on her back.

Their work has been perfected and improved upon over the years and they are able to support themselves and their families with the income raised providing an alternative to the back breaking labor of farming.

Voci Yetu

The women work in buildings without electricity but with great efficiency and a joy that is palatable.

Voci Yetu

Tabita Doll Factory

Fernando - Huambo, Angola

One great experience in Huambo was meeting artist, Fernando Tambula Mona at his Art gallery called "Atelier e Galeria" located in Cidade Alta on Avenida Norton De Matos. He is a member of UNAP - União Nacional de Artistas e Plasticas.

His studio was the lobby of an old hotel with amazing light and a fascinating old elevator shaft, where he liked to paint. Talking with him about his art process proved to be a bit difficult because my translators were nurses by trade and were not familiar with many of the terms he was using. But thankfully we were able to spend several hours with him over a couple of days and I believe we were able to learn a lot about each other in spite of the language barrier.

He worked mainly with oil on canvas, but incorporated a lot of mixed media like wood shavings and sand with gel medium or resin.

First layer of a mixed media piece using wood shavings and resin

Fernando grew up in the artist markets of Luanda and studied at an art school in the Congo for 4 years. His work is very textural, thick with impasto, creating highly abstracted figures. The generous application of paint is even more impressive when I think about the scarcity of his supplies. Quality oil paint is not available in Huambo and so he must acquire it from Luanda, a 10 hour drive away. This has only enhanced his innovation for supplementation, however.

He showed me soda cans filled with oil-based ink used for fountain pens that he procured from a local business. Fernando’s work is rich with thoughtful symbolism.

Artist: Fernando Tambula Mona 

This is my favorite piece, which I happily bought from him. It shows women at work, with swirling marks and vibrant colors symbolizing the fast paced energy of the market. A strength and moxy is shown in the repetition of items carried on their heads and symbolizes the determination to earn a living and care for their families, yet softly formed are their feminine figures. I enjoyed this respectful and almost awe-inspired perspective of women from a male artist. Fernando was so kind and welcoming to me and was incredibly driven in his work.

When I told him about my International Art Exchange project, he got to work that very night and came up with this amazing contribution.

You can see on the left the tools of Umbundu women's work, like the mortar and pestle used to grind cornflour. On the right are tools of Umbundu men's work, like a bow & arrow, hammer and machete. These tiny clay sculptures are laid on a layer of sand coated in resin to represent the dusty environment of Angola.

As we talked several other artists filtered in and out. While most of the work in his gallery is his own, he provides a space for other community artists to sell their work as well.

Fernando is an impressive and talented entrepreneur. He has been commissioned to do several murals for businesses around Angola, he has sold about a dozen works to at least one gallery owner in the states and he was even introduced to the Angolan Minister of Culture. I was honored to spend so much time with him to listen and learn about his work and technique.

Fernando gave me a gift of a tiny painted bird made from a pine cone.

Tchitundu Hulu - Virei, Angola

After the 600 kilometers to Namibe from Huambo, we drove another 1.5 hours through the desert to the village of Virei. After gaining permission from the village and a police escort, we were on our way another 30 minutes through extremely rough desert terrain toward the painted rocks of Tchitundu Hulu. After only dreaming about seeing these rocks in person a year before, I was just minutes from laying my eyes on them. The last stretch we were literally driving on the bottom of a dry river bed, navigating between rocks and trees. At first we were distracted by an enormous mountainous rock that rose up before us. It had two large rock overhangs which made it look like a face with squinty eyes.

Although this mountain looked familiar from my research, I was worried for a moment because if the paintings were in those overhangs, I would have come all this way for nothing since I am not a rock climber and so did not bring rock climbing gear. But in all my research I had not read about anyone (of the two articles I found) having to climb to see the paintings.

We continued on the course which began to lead us away from the larger rocks. Thankfully and amazingly, the GPS took us within 10 yards of the opening of the rock overhang - which was at ground level!

I jumped out of the Land Cruiser immediately recognizing the shape of the rock’s opening and tried to contain my jubilance. While there was a cement wall coming out of either side of the rocks, possibly having held a gate at one point, there was nothing protecting the ancient paintings from the elements or humans. The art, up to 20,000 years old, was just sitting there - open and vulnerable.

As I walked up the dry river bed and onto the rock I noticed some Mucubal Tribal people making their way curiously over to our truck. It felt as though I had transported through time to the very moments after the paintings had been created.

The colors were vibrant, opaque brown, red and white pigment on top of a transparent white wash background. Although I had seen several pictures of the art, it wasn't until I saw it in person that I realized the entire surface of the rock had the whitewashed under-painting.  I could still see the drips from the wash covering the original color of the rock. 

There were creatures, like a sea turtle and a sand dollar, that made me think the river bed could have been salty. The browns and reds were the same colors as the dirt and sand on the ground around us.

I looked out from the rock at the Mucubal people and imagined people like them expertly mixing the crushed pigments with animal fat. Then I imagined the artist applying the paint with deliberate and controlled mark making to the smooth rock walls.

I thought about the physical distance I had come and all the red tape and obstacles I had been through to see this art. The fact that I may be one of only hundreds of people throughout the history of the world to lay eyes on this, to stand right where the artist had stood, was incredibly overwhelming.

I could have stared at the lines on that rock for hours. But the sun was high in the sky and beating down. So we packed up the Land Cruiser and began the 2 hour journey back through the desert.

Cristo Rei - Lubango, Angola

Lubango is a 6 hour drive from Huambo. As we drove into town, which sits in a valley, the first thing I noticed was the white speck on top of the mountain in front of me. It was clearly a very large statue since it was visible from miles below.

We drove up the mountain and as we came closer I realized it was a statue of a man (Jesus) with his arms outstretched. This is called Cristo Rei (Christ the King, in Portuguese). There are at least 2 just like it in Brazil and Portugal. Built in 1957 it is all white marble sitting on cement and imposes an impressive height of 30 meters.

We got out of the Land Cruiser and looked around at the awesome views from 2130 meters above sea level.

As I studied the monument’s face, I realized the nose was broken, apparently shot up during the war. Rounding the far side of the statue I came upon children of the Mwila Tribe playing with rocks in the sand. They were in traditional dress of loincloths, rope and mud caked on top of their braids.

It was a jarring juxtaposition to say the least, me in my jeans and what felt like excessive camera equipment, but a fascinating experience.