Bisi Silva Quotes
1962–2019
Bisi Silva (29 May 1962 - 12 February 2019) was a Nigerian contemporary art curator.
Random Bisi Silva quote
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My attitude is you take it, you do what you like.
A mentality that thinks West is best is not very progressive
Very few have a long history of curating—and some might find it uncomfortable calling themselves a curator, even though that’s what they’ve done for years
It’s about sharing skills, knowledge, information, not only in the country, but across the continent.
I see myself more as an initiator, somebody who sets things up and then hopefully can hand them over.
I believe more opportunities need to be done with regards to art criticism in West Africa
It is important that the State recognizes the critical role of arts and culture in the development of a country.
I’m interested in documentation, in public education, and more research slowing down.
CCA has been a safe haven for artists who wanted to experiment.
Projecting our own voices is an important beginning
It wasn’t about whether it was good or not good, but defending that they have these ideas and they want to explore.
The dependence on the North is suffocating and people fail to realize the truth of “if you build it, they will come
Ultimately, I think street photography has been and will continue to be intrinsic to the kind of outdoor culture that we find in many African cities.
I worry about the obsession of Ugandan artists to reach out to the globalized art world
I think, to its benefit, photography has been accepted in the mainstream world of art
I believe people need to be given the choice, whether they want to go through a formal education or if they want to be autodidact
I believe that art mirrors the society from which it emanates as well as accommodating the life experiences of the individual artist
We were there to defend what they were doing.
As for artists, I don’t think it’s worth feeling overly anxious about terms and titles
It’s important to separate a Western-centric view from the local understanding