I know how much time has passed since AfrikaBurn was held but now I have the time to write something much more substantial on it. My housemate and former housemate went traipsing off to the Karoo over Easter while I was stuck in steamy Durban going through a horrid breakup. No Easter Vortex or AfrikaBurn for this person- felt very much like someone who missed out on a chocolate layer cake and only got green beans and broccoli (although do love my veg so...).
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| The most beautiful "burners" in the Karoo- Mbe and Tania |
First, a little history. AfrikaBurn is a four-day festival combining art, music, dancing and communal living. The point is to bring whatever you need to survive in the desert and exist without cash. There are no vendors or stalls but a ‘gift economy’ instead. As the manifesto says; ‘expect nothing in return.’ The festival is mainly about the constructing of art in a free space without commerciality and consumerism. How you participate is completely up to you- a theme camp, painting your body, creating your own art installation or volunteering to help out. What people create is truly the highlight of the festival. The theme this year was STOF, the Afrikaans word for dust. The theme is not policed so any "Burner" can interpret it as freely as they want. It’s merely a platform. From what i have gathered about this festival, it is not just about hedonistic exploration but the freedom to have a space where people can be as creative as they want without any outside influence or critic. All the art is then burnt in a cathartic manner to create something else- reflection. Many AfrikaBurn artists take months for the creation of their pieces and yet they burn them happily while reflecting on the journey and the people that have brought them to this place. It is all about engaging!
My friends decided to paint their bodies. Neo, whom we call Mbe, go into the vibe by painting eyes on her nipples and walking around topless. Her rationale was “if you are going to stare at my breasts, they are going to stare back at you.” A group of Americans and other foreigners who stayed at our house in Grahamstown afterward decorated their bus. Mbe is a phenomenonal person and photographer. Here are her snaps from AfrikaBurn; they explain the wonderment much more succinctly than I can ever hope to. For more, click on Afrika- She Burns, Mbe's album.
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