WAYNE BARKER, ARTIST’S MONOGRAPH
Published 2000 in association with Chalkham Hill Press
Published 2000 in association with Chalkham Hill Press
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In 1986 Barker had made his commercial art debut<br />
on the experimental wall at The Market Galleries (a new<br />
artist who painted on glass made a small notice in<br />
Johannesburg's daily newspaper The Star). Showing in<br />
the main space were friends up from Cape Town - including<br />
Barend de Wet and Kevin Brand. With Fig these artists and<br />
their Johannesburg contemporaries had a free space in<br />
which to test new work on their peers and on the arts<br />
press, often seen at openings looking somewhat<br />
beleaguered by having had to drive into the downtown<br />
badlands on a Sunday night. But no matter how vinegary<br />
the boxed wine, nor how sour the press, Fig would come<br />
to be regarded as a vital stop-over on the way to the<br />
mainstream success achieved by many who exhibited<br />
there. William Kentridge, Robert Hodgins, Joachim<br />
Schönfeldt, Neil Goedhals, Kate Gottgens, Lisa Brice, Kendell<br />
Geers, Steven Cohen et al all stopped over at Fig on their<br />
diverse paths to local and international recognition.<br />
A black South African art scene never happened at<br />
Fig - not for lack of trying, but because it would take some<br />
years for a mainstream system for black artists to emerge<br />
from a painfully segregated society. When it did it would<br />
settle at the Market<br />
precinct and then<br />
at the revamped<br />
Goodman.<br />
Barker still recalls every blurry detail of the opening<br />
show at Fig: "The Cape Town crowd came up and we did<br />
our first show, Urban Melodrama. We called<br />
22<br />
ourselves The Famous Five. We covered each painting in<br />
newspaper and we got the Prince of Swaziland to open<br />
the show. He used to walk around town in heels with a<br />
cigar mic shouting into a megaphone - wearing an afro<br />
and a kilt... "<br />
It was scenes like this, coupled with the arrival of a<br />
new breed of art intellectual from the more liberal<br />
universities, that would, by the early 90s, prompt much<br />
press speculation about the emergence of "an authentic<br />
Johannesburg avant-garde". For most, though, the label<br />
would seem frivolous in the face of an unprecedented<br />
national State of Emergency facing the country.