METAL SCULPTURE

“There is that in me – I do not know what it is but I know it is in me. Wretch’d and sweaty – calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep – I sleep long. I do not know it – it is without name – it is a word unsaid, it is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me. Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters. Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death – it is form, union, plan – it is eternal life – it is Happiness.” Walt Whitman


After my 2015 solo exhibit of LATITUDE ZERO at Kinshasa's Trust Merchant Bank’s exhibition hall, Le Monde des Flamboyants, the director’s wife, a kind-hearted patroness of Congolese arts, inquisitively asked, “What will consume you now since you can’t scurry around the world?” I honestly didn’t know. I just had to remain true to my poetic vision and keep creating. I always felt an instinctual pull towards metal sculptures. “I need to learn how to weld,” I impulsively answered.  She had the perfect contact.

 

Eddy Mbikulu, an accomplished Congolese artist, with a heart of gold and smile longer than the Congo River, became my mentor. I was blown away by his metal bending skills and dedication in spite of the dire Congolese political turmoil and day-to-day hardships. He took me under his wing, taught me stick welding and how every found object from the mundane to precious had its own song. I learned how to bring the outward inward and then inward outward, listening to the tune of different objects and finding the harmony deep inside to outwardly create structural melodies.

 

I wandered Kinshasa's junk streets and abandoned factories accumulating a random collection of metal objects begging for cohesion. I began with a simple HERM-APHRO-DITE sculpture (2 sides to 1 being) and ended with life size sculptures of Madame et Monsieur COBRA. In between, there were commissions to make other small Hermaphrodite sculptures and bigger kinetic sculptures, 2 fish twirling in an eternal kiss and a spinning butterfly, among others. I became known in the atelier as ‘Mama Monique’ and on the street, ‘Mundele’ or white person in Lingala. I didn’t care for the latter because I was in metal heaven, being true to myself and creating authentically and my Congolese brother's sculptures and joie de vivre were constant sources of inspiration. Enter my metalmorphosis chapter.

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