Cinga Samson:
Iyabanda Intsimbi / The metal is cold

OCTOBER 16 - JANUARY 22, 2022

Produced over the past year, this solo exhibition of new work by Cinga Samson, Iyabanda Intsimbi / The metal is cold, comprises 26 oil paintings including a cycle of portraits and large-scale group scenes that the artist states, “explore the nature of violence: its laws, its flair, and its finality.” Favoring subtle menaces over obvious instances of brutality, Samson commands an elegant language that acknowledges the allure of a decaying, picked flower and the flesh of a butchered animal. Retaining key elements of his practice—stern figures, lush settings, and somber moods—Iyabanda Intsimbi insinuates those daily threats that pass by almost unnoticed but impact so much in our lives. The expanded text below by Johannesburg-based writer, essayist, and cultural critic Lwandile Fikeni delves into the conceptual underpinnings of Samson’s new body of work and includes excerpts from interviews with the artist in his Cape Town studio.

Cinga Samson: Iyabanda Intsimbi / The metal is cold at The FLAG Art Foundation
By Lwandile Fikeni

“For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops. Sooner or later, one day, this pounding action will cease of its own accord, and the blood will begin to run towards the body’s lowest point, where it will collect in a small pool, visible from outside as a dark, soft patch on ever whitening skin, as the temperature sinks, the limbs stiffen and the intestines drain. These changes in the first hours occur so slowly and take place with such inexorability that there is something almost ritualistic about them, as though life capitulates according to specific rules, a kind of gentleman’s agreement to which the representatives of death also adhere, inasmuch as they always wait until life has retreated before they launch their invasion of the new landscape. By which point, however, the invasion is irrevocable. The enormous hordes of bacteria that begin to infiltrate the body’s innards cannot be halted. Had they but tried a few hours earlier, they would have met with immediate resistance; however everything around them is quiet now, as they delve deeper and deeper into the moist darkness.” —Karl Knausgard, My Struggle

At first glance, Cinga Samson’s paintings are simple scenes of contemporary African life. A figure poses languidly, looking straight at us with vacant eyes that glow softly; a group of men and women gather at some unknown place, with a mountain looming over their heads and the freeway speeding across the plain behind their gathering. The “moist darkness” of the pictures transforms these otherwise everyday scenes of life into intimations of something ominous lurking beneath or existing just beyond the surface representations that meet the viewer. In the pictorial realm of the painting, the gaze of the viewer is treated as a violent intrusion. The figures, as though found by a lost traveler, turn their gothic gaze from whatever it is they’re doing, to meet the viewer’s intrusive eye. This tension between the art object and the subjective gaze of the viewer is coded in the language of death and violence that the pictures express, and the exhibition explores.

“Intsimbi ebandayo” (cold metal) signals the coming of death.  It is a piercing environment through which death delivers itself, it is the sounding of the death knell, tragic and lyrical–not unlike Paul Célan’s Death Fugue.

Grief is a trace of the tremor which the violence of death leaves in its wake. All death has a touch of violence, even the quiet ones, and maybe more so them. It’s a sudden, formless grief, soothing and painful.  “I went through these moments of meditating on violence in the period I was creating these works,” Samson says. “I was thinking why is life designed like this? Why is life designed with this flaw…this element that one is disposable?”

This feeling of disposability and the acute anxiety it produces in our hearts, is what the artist seeks to bring to relief on his canvasses. In Samson’s hands, the specter of death is both foreboding and inviting, beautiful and dangerous, as all beauty is.  With little flecks of unnatural light, the paintings invite the viewer to look closer at the mute palette, the rendering of form, and the layering of texture. The near absence of light creates a certain, unnamable discomfort. It is this unease, which permeates all the work, which one might term “intsimbi ebandayo,” the cold metal rendered with a cool elegance and grace–a veil of beauty which masks immanent violence.

“I wanted the feel of the show to be as though you’ve just stumbled upon a scene you weren’t supposed to see,” Samson says.

As in that moment when we see someone about to get hit by a speeding car and there’s nothing to be done about it, in Iyabanda Intsimbi / The metal is cold, the viewer is treated as a voyeur to an unseemly scene. In pointing us to these images, the artist doesn’t ask us to rebuke or to judge, but rather to look (if we dare) and to reflect. Even cold blood has a “moist darkness” that we can appreciate aesthetically, without inferring any political or sentimental motives.

Be that as it may, violence remains a kind of language à la K. Sello Duiker: in Francis Bacon’s hands it mangles the faces of his figures; with Cinga Samson it is treated with a fitting stillness and detached fascination. In our daily lives, it lurks around the corner and it lives inside each of us.

About:

Cinga Samson (b. 1986) is an artist living and working in Cape Town, South Africa. After discovering an art studio for the first time at 19 years old, Samson has recently established himself as a fresh voice in contemporary painting. Working with oil paint the formal, diligent way, Samson produces contemporary African scenes and portraits. Samson has held four solo exhibitions at blank projects (Cape Town), as well as a 2020 solo at Galerie Perrotin (New York). His work has been included in numerous art fairs, group exhibitions, and public institutional collections. Samson is represented by White Cube, London.

Lwandile Fikeni is a writer, essayist and culture critic living and working in Johannesburg, South Africa. Fikeni was the National Arts Festival BASA Arts Journalist of the Year 2015 and the recipient of a 2016 Wits Ruth First Fellowship grant.

Cinga Samson: Iyabanda Intsimbi / The metal is cold was organized by The FLAG Art Foundation with the artist. FLAG would like to acknowledge the artist’s studio and White Cube, London.

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Press:

“While the scene is locally situated in Cape Town, one of the major accomplishments of this very good show is Samson’s ability to express a much larger view, universal in its portrayal of the tragic but often powerfully attractive nature of violence, its nearly erotic allure.”

-Jonathan Goodman, The Brooklyn Rail