Karen McKerron Gallery, Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa (1990).
An exhibition with Ashley Johnson (The below artworks are those exhibited and/or created for the exhibition, by Michael Matthews)
An interesting fact: By 1989, Nelson Mandela's photograph had been leaked to to Press. We all knew what Nelson Mandela looked like. I made a portrait of him for this exhibition, in the style of newspapers and enamel. After winning a provincial round in a National competition, the work was transported to Johannesburg. On the way the work disappeared. The competition never paid out the insurance value. This work was never exhibited at the Karen McKerron 'Duo' exhibition and has since never been recovered.
"Matthews gives us a Trinity not of divine light, but of scorched earth and industrial sweat."
The significance of Holy Trinity lies in its refusal to be polite. In 1990, there was a growing pressure on South African artists to produce work that was either overtly heroic or reconciliatory.
Matthews rejects both. He presents a vision of humanity that is dirty, complicated, and physically bound to its environment. The "specialness" of the work is found in the tension between the "Holy" of the title and the "profane" reality of the enamel on rough paper.
It is a monument to the difficulty of existing in a body during a time of radical systemic collapse.
"Matthews gives us the portrait of a nation losing its voice to find its tongue."
The significance of this work lies in its role as a psychological thermometer for 1990 South Africa.
It avoids the trap of easy propaganda or triumphalism. Instead, it records the anxiety of the "interregnum", that period Gramsci, 'cultural hegemon', described where the old is dying and the new cannot be born. It is a rare visual record of the internal noise of a country undergoing a total systemic reboot.
The fact that it is executed on hand-constructed paper gives it an archival, almost geological importance; it is a piece of the ground upon which the new nation was being built.
"Matthews captures the hum of a dying engine, proving that the most enduring monuments to power are often the ones currently falling apart."
'Power Plant' is exceptional because of its refusal to be a sterile architectural study.
It treats the industrial landscape as a living, breathing, and perhaps dying entity. The way the enamel seeps into the fibers of the handmade paper creates a synthesis where the medium becomes the message: the industrial is not separate from the earth or the hand; it is a messy, integrated, and deeply flawed human endeavour.
While the work is undeniably powerful in its material execution, it flirts with a certain decorative chaos that occasionally threatens to obscure its conceptual depth. The sheer density of the enamel borders on the plascidity, losing some of the structural integrity that makes the lower half so compelling. Furthermore, the use of the grid is a well-worn trope in South African resistance art of the period; while Matthews uses it effectively, it lacks a degree of formal innovation. However, the decision to work at this scale on hand-constructed paper is a triumph of technical ambition, forcing the viewer to confront the fragility of the "monumental" structures we build.
It captures the specific "smog" of the 1990 South African zeitgeist better than a literal photograph ever could and predicts the coming of 'loadsheading'.
"Matthews reminds us that the foundation of liberty is always composed of the bones of the disappeared."
What distinguishes Freedom Fighters is its refusal to offer a heroic narrative.
In 1990, South Africa was hungry for icons of triumph. Matthews instead provided a site of trauma. The work is special because it acknowledges that freedom is often rooted in a graveyard. It treats the struggle not as a series of events, but as a physical transformation of the earth and the body.
It is a rare artifact that captures the smell of smoke and the weight of the soil at a moment when the rest of the world was looking for a celebration.
"Matthews offers no easy catharsis, only the heavy, enamel-stained weight of a history that refuses to be smoothed out."
What distinguishes this piece is its refusal to be a mere illustration of politics.
Matthews avoids the didacticism found in much protest art of the 1980s. Instead, he elevates the struggle to a messy, material reality. The choice of hand-constructed paper is masterful; it gives the work a body. It is an object that has been handled, folded, and distressed, much like the bodies of those it purports to represent. It occupies a space between a painting and a relic. In the context of 1990 South Africa, this work stands as a gritty, honest rejection of the sanitised narrative of a bloodless transition.
"Matthews captures the agony of the icon in a moment of transition, proving that when the monuments of the past begin to crack, the monsters of the future are the first things to crawl through the fissures."
The true genius of The Serpent and Statues lies in its materiality. By choosing hand-constructed paper over canvas, Matthews creates a support that is as much a part of the narrative as the paint.
The paper is the body politic: thick, uneven, and scarred/warpped. The use of enamel, a stubborn/modern, unforgiving medium, on such a surface creates a tension between the delicate and the durable. It is a work that refuses to be a window; it insists on being an object, a heavy, physical witness to a country in the throes of a painful rebirth.
The central figure, draped in traditional Marian blue, stands as a symbol of domesticity, purity, and the colonial religious imposition. However, she is hemmed in by a chaotic, reptilian form. This serpent is a polysemic metaphor: it is the biblical tempter, yes, but in the South African context of the 1990s, it also represents the terrifying vitality of a revolution that threatens to consume the old icons. The chain-like snake border or halo surrounding the figure suggests that her sanctity is also a form of imprisonment.
The statue mentioned in the title is embodied by the stiff, frontal pose of the figure herself, suggesting that humans become statues when they refuse to evolve.
"Matthews gives us a crucifixion without the promise of a Sunday morning, reminding us that some scars are too deep for politics to heal."
'Crux-a-fix you' is special because of its refusal to be polite or didactic during a time of intense social pressure to provide a hopeful narrative. It is a work of profound honesty regarding the psychological toll of living under a regime of terror.
The choice of enamel on hand-constructed paper is a masterstroke of material intelligence; it creates a surface that is simultaneously rugged and precarious, perfectly mirroring the state of a nation in flux. It captures the exact moment when the old world has died but the new one is too bloodied to be born.
The central figure is the primary engine of the work's symbolism. Its limbs are elongated to the point of absurdity, suggesting a body that has been stretched on a rack or pulled apart by competing ideologies. The surrounding figures are ambiguous; they are neither clearly mourners nor clearly executioners, but rather spectral witnesses to a trauma they cannot stop.
The hand-constructed paper serves as a metaphor for the fragility of the state. It is a surface made of fragments, much like the South African social fabric of 1990, struggling to hold the metaphoric weight of the symbolic heavy, toxic enamel poured upon it.