Sketching a Civilisation: Graphic records of unfinished ideas

“People say, ‘We are all the same’ — this is not true. I experience the world differently because I am female and because I am dark-skinned.” -Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie talking to a Guardian columnist about her new novel, Americanah.

Written by Ishta Nandi

Until last week the only thing post-modernism seemed to have given me, a Generation Y’er, was the often resigned conclusion, “After all, we’re all the same, deep down.”

Then I went to an exhibition of drawings and photographs by Rumanzi Canon and photographs by Andrea Stultiens at the Makerere Art Gallery titled Sketching a Civilisation. I had first heard of these two artists from the online photo archive they created, History in Progress Uganda, which features pictures from and about Uganda as old as circa 1878.

Photographs from “Sketching a Civilisation” by Andreas Stultiens and Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

Images tell us where we are and what we’re doing, they show us us. Kind of like the technology that helped me find my way to the Sketching a Civilisation opening after I got lost within Makerere University main campus. An app I downloaded between the main gate and the library — impatient as I were to explore what the past was like, what people looked like back then, what Canon thought of how people look today.

Although, why none of the 10-plus students I asked for directions knew where the Gallery was might also be worth exploration, perhaps in the grander schema of quality education for posterity’s overtly imaged minds.

What is this guy saying?

I entered when Andrea was talking about how she came to Uganda to visit and ended up staying to curate old photos starting with one man’s private collection (one Mr. Kaddu Wasswa, who was also in attendance). Her calm, gentle voice divulged none of the obsessive drive it obviously took for her to put together such a remarkable collection.

Or maybe I failed to pick up on it because my concentration was marred by the huge drawing of AK-47s and a bloody sword protruding from what looked like a red-rimmed eye in between two spread thighs.

I was drawn to it. What is this guy saying? What does he mean? Is this some FGM thing? I hate when people feel like they have to choose a cause and they choose FGM. I hope there aren’t more. There weren’t though.

Examining the other Canon drawings surrounding it, I saw an armless woman made of blue lines sitting in what looked like a wave of her own blood. She had no discernible facial expression, so it must have been the way she sat — back arched slightly forward, hips turned away from the viewer while she faced us — that gave me the impression she had just been caught in a private moment.

My stare was intruding, and it made me look away for a second, before pulling out my phone to snap a picture because, how else was I going to tell people about the drawing I had seen which felt shy when people looked at it, and how if it had been for sale and I’d have bought it to hang above my toilet?

Detail of drawings “What a torrent of serious drawings!” by Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

Life and work depicted 100 yrs ago

“I hate the way these pictures portray blacks,” one girl was telling her companion, a fellow MUK student.

Andrea had printed a book called The Baganda at Home which The Religious Tract Society first published back in 1908. Subtitled With 100 Pictures of Life and Work in Uganda, it had pictures from all over Uganda, Kenya and Congo of indigenous people interacting with colonialists, traders and missionaries. Dressing like them, learning from them, hunting with them, working for them, eating with them, showing off for them and posing for them.

Detail of photo “Sketching a Civilisation” by Andreas Stultiens and Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

I couldn’t help it, “What do you hate about it?”

“It just makes me feel uuuaarrrrh,” she visibly shuddered.

I wanted to tell her that maybe her feelings had nothing to do with what the lens portrayed. That perhaps pictures reflect the context in which they are viewed, more than the subjects they substantiate.

But then I thought of Canon’s drawings and couldn’t. If pictures make us reflect on us, then the discomfort I felt looking at how Canon drew weaponry-fused female genitalia might mean something like I am bitter about all the people my sexuality has ever hurt.

The pictures from the first decade of the 20th century though? I loved! I scanned the faces of Masai warriors from over a thousand years ago for some synchronistic signifier of their descendants beyond dress. I physically felt the overbearing presence of a Kabaka in his regalia; these were their gifts to me.

I wanted to meet these people’s great-great-great-grandchildren and tell them about their ancestors; how they lived and what they believed and of their pride and their infamy, and my disillusionment when I met them, in a picture, and they told me about it all with their eyes.

Detail of photo “Urban Unkindness; People” by Andreas Stultiens and Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

Sense of belonging

The spectacle of costumes and our rejection of the narrative of subservient Africans — these help us belong.

The Sketching a Civilisation images are about more than belonging though. Andrea and Canon use their lenses and imaginations to capture hundreds of strangers, objects and situations. Showcasing the desires, the loss, the dreams, and the deepest longings of people unfamiliar to you, or maybe some that are?

Andrea had printed out two volumes of all the pictures that couldn’t fit on the walls, and I saw some kids I thought I recognized in one of them. Reading the caption, it was them, it had to be. All grown up, but it was them. Remembering them, and who I had been when I knew them, was emotional for me, and I told Andrea I knew the kids in some of her pictures. She remembered photographing them.

“It’s always interesting to me how a picture can say different things to different people, depending on who is looking at it,” she told me.

Detail of photo “Urban Unkindness; People” by Andreas Stultiens and Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.
Detail of photo “Urban Unkindness; People” by Andreas Stultiens and Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

Your other half is gone

Also on display was a man holding up a picture of his family taken in the 1930s. Everyone in that picture is dead now except for him. He was born a twin, but his twin brother had passed away shortly after it was taken. His parents, auntie, uncle and cousin had eventually followed.

I looked at the woman holding her little baby knowing he wouldn’t make it into adulthood, and the otherwise commonplace domestic sight was ghastly. Your other half is gone. You are alone and your other half is gone. I thought of the survivor, Fred Mutebi, and suddenly felt ashamed of myself for being so moved by this infant’s death and yet there were genocide memorials going on all around me (on the internet) which I hadn’t given this consideration.

Why should I feel worse over one stranger’s untimely and unnatural death than another’s?

Well, if one was under orchestrated and completely preventable circumstances, then perhaps the more people who are made to feel that it is bad or wrong, the less chance there is that it will happen again?

Images make the pain of death real; pictures of survivors holding up pictures of victims force a confluence between the two and the event that forever split them into the identifiers ‘survivor’ and ‘victim.’

Detail of photo “The Last Person Alive” by Andreas Stultiens with Fred Mutebi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

Abusive drawings again

I was examining a drawing of what looked like someone bending over to hands holding up money when Anita, a first year art student, introduced herself to me and proceeded to tell me, “I don’t like this guy’s drawings.”


“They’re abusive.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at them, they’re so rude.”

I smiled, “Yeah, I found the one at the entrance offensive too, the one with the guns? Personally, I think maybe he hates women?”

She nodded, “Yeah. Like this Congolese painter we learned about in class, he used to paint women’s bodies in not very nice ways. People who study his work say he also didn’t like women.”

When I finally found Canon, I asked him what he thought of people finding his drawings abusive, or offensive. He laughed.

“You know, when I did those drawings, I think it was out of audacity. I wanted to talk like I knew everything, from A to Z, yet in reality maybe I only knew A up to C? Maybe to shock people, maybe because I believed I understood more about the world, but it was really audacity. Now, though, I’ve moved on from that, from recognizable figures. At the moment I’m experimenting with shapes and colors.”

I almost burst out laughing, but didn’t want to hurt his sensibilities, so I smiled instead, realizing that sketching is just that … sketching.

Graphic records of unfinished ideas

Civilisations claim to be immutable, grandly set in stone and inescapable, but those pictures colonialists took of how they saw Uganda and these people Andrea’s and Canon’s cameras showed me, are graphic records of unfinished ideas.

The very images themselves are still under construction — as rapidly as a freehand drawing — because each time someone sees one, s/he will add something, omit another thing, and form a memory that they will continue to work on in their minds.

This is how we are all not the same. We don’t even see the same thing when looking at the same picture.

Detail of photo “Posers” by Canon Rumanzi, exhibited at Makerere Art Gallery, April 2013.

Ishta Nandi is a communications professional from Kampala. She enjoys going to art events and writing about them.

3 thoughts on “Sketching a Civilisation: Graphic records of unfinished ideas

  1. When i talked to Ishta Nandi (The writer of the above article) at Makerere Art Gallery, i did not know she felt like laughing because of me.

    When i drew the drawings,I encoded in what my conviction was to show in a drawing. Time has passed, My systems ( from nervous to respiratory to digestive to circulatory to lymphatic to excretion and etcetra) have been working ever since, So imagine all the changes!!

    But when i see the drawings, i am taken back momentarily to those times when my existence used to summarize me express myself in those drawings … I kinda loved death, and the death of cows and goats and flowers and pictures and more, i ate it, That of people, i got only coffins, @ Mulago Mortuary, the ethics would not let them let me gen in and do my thing(s) … And time passed … and i unwound, little by little, At Murambi Genocide memorial, i was surprised what questions people can ask, like “How was your tour?” … more time passed and slowly love and greed for life crept up back into me, and i hated History In Progress Uganda that i had started with Andrea Stultiens who i was getting reverse love for ever since she said she loved me and it would hit critical levels of the mirror Y-axis when she would say it again, again, again, at times as weird as “how was your tour?” So August 2011 i wound up letting her keep doing History In Progress Uganda on her own and get more willing people if she wanted … All that time i am Drawing more and more, but love and greed are creeping up and i am seeing alternative lives as those at @rt Punch studio, More changes happen from Jan-March 2013 and this exhibition was like consummation, No more debts involving HIPUganda or Andrea Stultiens or Drawings from the time when i liked truth more than life … So Ishta Nandi talks of shapes and colors but she missed the word i wished she had used, I chose Decoration, I chose possibility of action, I chose myself and those that populate my head in kindness, I chose Love, I chose being right or wrong. All chosen over being true. So, I continue to Photograph and practice arts as a trader doing a trade,Rocca gutteridge, Jantien Zuurbier have bought my work. I photograph for those who need photos, Make videos for those who want moving images, and i keep designing nice things or things i feel good designing. The drawings and the photos from then, I wouldn’t be like i am had i not drawn them or seen the things i photographed parts of.
    I am still alive and wanting to keep it so, Therefore the slate never gets less stainy through the stay.

    No thanks for seeing the drawings or the Photos. It does not benefit me at all since you are not paying me for it or even telling me what you think.
    Thanks to Ishta Nandi since she says some of it.

    But, big thanks Katrin Peters Klaphake who i worked with as we put them up and probably will work with again as i take em down.

    Thanks to Timothy Erau, Dani Musumba, Danze Dejahn, Arthur Kisitu, Wasswa Donald Agustine, Helen Nabukenya, Sheila Black.

    Ha, 🙂 Now ‘lets roll the next record’ FIRE! Pwa!

  2. To see more of the drawings, Here,

    To see more of the ‘shifting photos’ and the last to be eaten of livestock and the runners of that end of the industry, Here,

    To see what Rumanzi Canon (Me) is like, Here,

    To see Rumanzi Canon’s Graphic Designs up to March 2013, Here,


    Yours maybe Sincerely;
    Rumanzi Canon.

  3. thank you-interesting reading and insight into interpretations of photography in Makerere.
    I have made paintings about the use of photography in South Africa over several generations, based on found and donated images connected with my family background, so although I have seldom shown my own photos I’m always looking at others.I recently bought a copy of a photograph entitled ‘Studying the photographer’s camera during a gaming trip at Amboseli, Kilimanjaro, Tanganyika,1951’, published by the now defunct name British Empire & Commonwealth Museum).
    As you might imagine, it shows two young men in traditional clothing examining a big Graflex portable camera. Like the young men, the photographer is unknown. It’s a monochrome print, sort of dark brown rather than sepia. I bought it (one of several copies)immediately, from a Boy Scouts charity shop in Bristol for 50p.
    It seemed to encompass many modern histories….colonialism, the arrival of photography as the modern medium and its deployment in Africa first by the colonials from Europe but immediately also by African photographers; and the subsequent related history of the short-lived museum in Bristol, one Britain’s oldest African colonised cities (now home to my daughters).To be continued!

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