Posts tagged ‘Jacob Barua’
You are invited to the photography exhibition “Poland’s Forests” by Mr Stanislaw Butrym (1930 – 2011), a superb and award winning Polish photographer, who was recognised as one of the first pioneers in his country in the field of championing forests as an exquisite source of aesthetic inspiration.
Date: 21 December 2015
Venue: National Museums of Kenya, main exhibition hall
This exhibition is conceived, organised and curated by the renowned Film Director Jacob Barua who mainly specialises in historical subject matters. He is a long time member of the BIEA. The exhibition runs to the 21st December 2015, at the National Museums of Kenya, main exhibition hall, located in the old Coryndon wing.
Find more information, here.
Exhibition dates: January 24 2014 February 21, 2014
Tunnel Vision n., 1. a medical condition in which peripheral vision is greatly restricted,
2. narrowness of viewpoint resulting from concentrating on a single idea, opinion, etc. (The Collins English Dictionary).
The exhibition series Sasa Nairobi is the basis of Goethe Institut Nairobi’s work in the field of contemporary art. The aim is to work with artists from Kenya that have an advanced and innovative approach and often commission them to produce a new work. Since 2008, GI has exhibited around 40 artists, the last being a solo show by William Wambugu.
GI continue’s this series with Jacob Barua whom many people might know as an excellent film-maker. But at the same time he is just as gifted in photography as in film-making.
The exhibition Tunnel Vision consists of photographs and a video installation and is actually his first solo exhibition ever in Kenya. It is traversing life, death and history as witnessed by the manhole covers of Nairobi and its subterranean innards.
The artist states about the exhibition: “It all happened unexpectedly. There I was, tumbling down a flight of stairs, hands fluttering, trying to get a grip on something, but there wasn’t anything. A flailing Icarus traversing space and time, briefly immune to Newton’s ponderous laws of gravity. The thud of my skull on a hard object brought my short-lived flight of lightness to an abrupt stop. Red raw liquid spewed from my head in a rivulet onto an unexplored, alien surface. What was this? Where was I? So was this how it was all to end? On a sewer cover, of all possible places? How undignified; how mundane; how un-heroic…”