Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Friday, 1 March 2013

The Hands of Kumasi Central Market

This week I spent a great deal of time in Kumasi Central Market, hence, I wanted to give you a peek into the hustle and bustle of this vast place.  The market was built in 1936 and since it has continued to grow and grow and grow.  It is the largest open-air market in West Africa with over 10,000 stalls and attracts traders from all over Kumasi and surrounding areas.  I have had the opportunity to spend the week in the market and, as always, I was mesmerized by its ebb and flow.  Everyone has their own destination as they walk down the narrow alleyways, yet somehow they work together to keep the market running.

Although I have always been a lover of shopping and I have out-walked most of my family and friends on my quests to find the perfect outfit or original piece-- I have to say that Kumasi market ALMOST defeated me with its vast size.  The thing I love about this market is the grittiness of it --there is no pretense or window-dressing just the goods that stand on their own and so it really strips the retail experience down to the bare essentials of trade without pressure to consume more than is actually needed or intended for that day.   Maybe it is just my experience, but the market is too big and busy to stroll through, so you have to go with a purpose and in order not to get trampled you have to continue to walk with a purpose....no stopping unless you need it. Hence, it limits the constant consumption of goods that plagues us in the 'West'.

...So why the title you may ask?  Well, my mother has always said that 'you can tell how hard someone works by how hard or soft their hands are' (yes I know this precludes all white collar workers but the analogy works in this case) and so I thought that concentrating on the hands of those that are working in the market was very befitting....I cannot attest to whether the hands of the people that I met were hard but I do know that they were busy at work in the HOT Ghana sun and rain or shine they made it work.

The market truly is the lifeblood of the retail sector for Kumasi and the surrounding villages.  If there is any chance that you are going to be able to buy something it will be in the market as it is VAST.  There is an area of men making shoes, clothes, handbags, sewing kente.  There are copious amounts of ingredients freshly prepared and waiting to be consumed, housewares, hairdressing shops, fabric shops etc etc etc.  All are neatly organized into sections where one can go from stall to stall to find exactly what you are searching for.  Adding to the vast number of shops are food and water sellers and stock-people who continuously walk down the winding paths to deliver goods from one place to the next.

As is the case in many other societies and is similar here--there are the owners and there are the workers and I would not be remiss to say that the owners do not have it as hard as the workers.  Those who work for the owners tend to be those from the vastly poorer North of Ghana.  They range from very young girls to older men and rain or shine you will see them working.  For the workers...there is no other way to say it but it is a TOUGH existence--nothing close to anything that my soft hands have encountered.  I consider myself quite a hard worker by Western standards and yet still, I can say, hand on heart, that I don't think that I could do this work but I do have the utmost respect for those that do.

In starting mefieuk I hope to be able to bring about growth in some way and the market embodies the reason why I hope to bring about a little bit of change.  At the moment, there are so many that are working so hard and yet it is evident that they continue to live below the poverty line.  Hopefully with time, and growth our company can continue to work with the artisans and craftsman that are here and up-skill the labour force and ultimately improve peoples livelihoods.

So as always, I am leaving you with some pictures of the hand and people at work.

Enjoy
xx mefieuk









Garment making at its best!











Kente sewing...fist the pieces then the garments




Beautiful Embroidery done from memory 








The shoe making process in the market ...

















The great braid and weave experts


  


A new meaning to the working mom...braiding with the babies in tow




Food food and more food....this is dried fish--it is actually very tasty!













Thursday, 7 February 2013

Valentine's Day is a week away so...

Again this is going to be a short and sweet post in preparation for Valentine's Day.  The first Valentine's Day I spent with my partner it was evident that he was new to the idea of giving gifts.  He says that in Ghana people don't really celebrate Valentine's Day with gifts...so it was all new to him.  Instead he bought me 3 cards, 4 boxes of chocolates and 2 little trinkets...in essence he cleaned out everything that was left in Tesco or whichever shop he went to.  The thought of it still makes me smile hence I thought I would help you out and recommend some gifts...just don't leave it until the last minute!

Enjoy

xx mefie uk







Wednesday, 21 November 2012

The Unknown Artist

This year I had the opportunity to travel to Ghana twice and there is no other way to say it but I fell in love! There was something really mesmerising about the country...from the hustle of Accra to the lush greenery of Kumasi I loved it all. It reminded me of so many places that I had been before...it felt somewhat foreign but familiar all at the same time.

While in Ghana, I went to the craft market in Kumasi where I met lovely painters and carvers. I spent hours walking through the stalls and I was struck by all the beauty and talent. As I bartered with one of the painters he said something that has stayed with me...he said that he was an artist and that as an artist, he didn't paint for the money because he didn't need the money. He painted because he enjoyed it and that his goal was to have his paintings seen and admired around the world. In the end I bought three paintings which I brought back to the UK stretched and which now sit nicely in my dining room.

I have long enjoyed many types of art and gone to loads of galleries and exhibitions (although I am by no means an expert) my question, however, is why is the beauty of this art not recognised or cherished? Is it because of 'The West' dictating what the image of beauty is; is it simply the exposure of one artist versus another or is it a combination of factors? I have had this conversation many times but still have not made any definitive conclusions. So, I ask the question again--why is the beauty of one artist celebrated while another is lost? Hopefully this is a small step to change...

xx
Mefieuk