Seeing for true.

To read Earl Lovelace, I believe – is to pick up a magnifying glass, sliding it slowly over the surface. Watching the skin, texture, colour, irregularity,  fault lines, constellations. The sensitivity of our interior landscapes, where a wound used to be. Same time, paying attention to the pleasant familiarity, discomfort, memory and soundscape that this exercise creates.

All of us gathered here.

Beyond the spatial designation of the zócalo however, in his presentation, Guevara the Exhibition’s Curator highlighted the collective significance of the zócalo as a space for communal archive, memory, existence and survival “… the point of coming together; a space of collective gathering; a site for tactical manoeuvering, laughter, joy, celebration. A site for protests and acknowledgement of an Other.”

The Work of a Lifetime

My story with Jackie Hinkson began over 30 years ago. I keep close vivid memories of flipping through large calendars featuring the most luminous and vibrant watercolour paintings of Caribbean landscapes and seascapes printed by an insurance company at that time I believe. The paper stock for these calendars was thick and textured, with the distinct scent of fresh new school books.