Hornsleth: Danish Artist and Ugandan Village


I have just stumbled into Mr. Kristian von Hornsleth, intrepid Danish artist known for audacious works such as the Fuck Me Daddy Bikini and his generally dark view of the art world and art lovers (see his poem, ‘FUCK YOU ART LOVERS.’)

Now his war against global capitalism and consumerism (take a look at his Fuck You Art Lovers dildo) has moved to Buteyongera in Mukono district, a small village north of Kampala, Uganda. The project was to give 108 villagers pigs and other farm animals if they agreed to legally add Hornsleth to their name. Each of the villagers has now been issued a national Uganda ID card showing their new Hornsleth name and their photos holding this ID are to be works of art exhibited around the world.

In five years, the plan is to paid five thousand villagers to become Hornsleths. (Read more here) A Ugandan colleague tells me that newspapers in Uganda and government officials have lambasted the show – calling it a neo-colonial plot – while the new Hornsleths, in possession of their newfound animal wealth, have been largely supportive.

All I can do is laugh. This is the funniest art project that I have come across since I tried making one in my high school art class and failed miserably. Kristian von Hornsleth cannot be satirised, he is already satire. I actually think that this project is doing exactly what art is meant to do which is to provoke.

Kristian’s intention ‘to show in his work the dirty way of global capitalism and confront it with the humane and ethic thinking of his art.’ The work’s ‘political meaning’ as his website puts it is to highlight the depredations and manipulations that Africa suffers at the hands of global capital. But its real thorn, the real controversy is in the willingness of the villagers to change their names and the reactions by their leaders. As the website expresses it, the new Hornsleths are so removed from the world of (Danish/international?) art that their profiting by taking on the name of a ‘worldwide famous artist’ is so ‘abstract for them that they neglect the implications.’

Predictably from the rafters of the Ugandan politician came the howl of condemnation, the singed racial pride, the invocation of anti-imperialism. From the villagers will be silence and emails like this one quoted enthusiastically on Hornsleth.com

‘hello Hornsleth,
you havedone a wonderfull job in Mukono district and am from wakiso district from a vertain village called Nkowe. But can you please do some helping in my village so that we can be rescured out of poverty that my people are facing now. I am a student of makerere university doing a Bachelors Degree in development studies.
Roger M___’

The email says it all assuming that it is a real email actually sent by this Roger whose representations are truthful. The development student at the national university, as hopelessly addicted to donor monies as so much of Uganda seems to be – ready to prostrate himself in whatever fashion in return for ‘development’ which is the result of an externally driven, handout based process. The ‘fight against poverty’ such a constant refrain, the poverty itself so biting and unrelieved by hope from any other direction other than government and donor.

While Roger thus pleads, his State Minister for Ethics and Integrity, Dr James Nsaba Buturo comes from the other end of the spectrum with a dose of national pride. Or at least that is what he believes it to be: “The government cannot allow such a project to continue. This man owns a cult and he is a homosexual. His agenda is not good for the country. He uses obscene language and has no respect and kind words for God. As soon as he arrives in the country, police will catch up with him to investigate his activities,” he says. This happens just a few days before he is cited by the press for misappropriating government funds. Yes that’s right, the minister of ethics and integrity accused of stealing government funds. (Makes you wonder what documents are on his desk: in the in-tray lies and theft while the out-tray carries truth and virtue?)

The comedy, because you have to laugh not to cry, becomes even more hysterical when you consider that this same minister who would have the project closed down serves a government that receives over fifty percent of its budget from countries like Denmark where Kristian von Hornsleth hails from.

So the circus wheel turns. Hornsleth who thinks he is exposing global capital is instead revealing a lot more than that, more than the ‘ignorance’ of the villagers to the art world. He is actually drawing the lid on the painful contradictions on Ugandan/African nationhood, the absurdities buried in our ideas of citizenship and development and leadership.

More could be said on this subject and in fact it will but first I must consider yet another of Kristian von Hornsleth’s worthy projects, namely Futilism. As in the Futilistic Society which is based on the manifesto that this philosopher, artist and architect has written. Hornsleth has declared war on ‘boredom, routine, institutions and traditions’ and this is a struggle that will be waged so that its result, hopefully when you the bored reader have taken in the ‘blinding clarity and a hazy overload’ of his words, will be to reach into chaos and darkness and away from what is meaningless and futile.

Isn’t it all quite wonderful?


About bulletsandhoney
I read my first book when I was three, then my second one a few weeks later. It has carried on this way for decades with only temporary distractions of eating, fighting, loving, heartbreak and other such irrelevant biographical details.

11 Responses to Hornsleth: Danish Artist and Ugandan Village

  1. Parselelo says:

    I find myself laughing, the kind of laugh that requires translation. But really there is no language that will give it relief. The contradictions and distances — of objectives and experiences; of do-gooders making a pornography out of their need to change the world and thus validate themselves — the jungus constant need for sensation. Of The African student completely sceptical of his education to actually do anything meaningful for him so he instinctively reaches for the great white hand. And the less said about the minister for ethics and integrity the better.

    Where do we even begin?

  2. Billy Kahora says:

    This is actually beyond my ken – my pupils are dilated, the place in my brain where suspension of disbelief is synapsed has short circuited. I am totally unable to deconstruct what I am reading. Do I use ‘Theories of State’ and mouth meaningless inanities like ‘this is what happens when in a world non-state actors like artists and villages go mad’.Or should I say ugandan villagers also need to get paid? Is this is what a Kazakhstanian is feeling when he/she watch the new Borat movie.
    Can we even begin?

  3. Keguro says:

    I think you should begin a conversation on laughter–that which requires translation, and many others. In one of her many postings, Wambui claimed that part of what makes Kenyans unique–I paraphrase, of course–is an ability to laugh. I’ve been musing on the relationship between laughter and obscenity. If we take a particular Freudian line (indulge my blogging here–it saves my having to publish elsewhere) laughter is a way to engage the obscene, many times quite unrelated to what we might term “happiness.” Might our laughter, then, simply be a sign of comfort with obscenity?

    I ask because I find the incident profoundly hilarious. In part, it reflects the emptiness of national signifiers vis-a-vis personal identity. So some Ugandans have to change their last names on government-issued ID. Well, identity might be linked to but always exceeds the State’s grasp, even the State’s naming of one. What lives on one’s ID has little to do, often, with how one inhabits one’s environment. Indeed, to take on a foreign name in relation to the State might be the only way to realize how the act of coming to belong is always that of becoming foreign to oneself. (6 months wrangling over a new passport taught me this.)

    The image of prostrating oneself for donor money is troubling. Perhaps I express my own guilt in feeling that my name and nationality have opened doors quite unrelated to any merit I might have. Unrelated subjects? Perhaps. But it might be worthwhile to muse on disjunct subjects.

    Now I stop writing before you ban me from here altogether.

  4. Shiroh says:

    @Keguro, Ugandans do not have ID cards like us guys…

  5. Keguro – please continue commenting. Now that you are without a blog home – you should come around here more often.

  6. Keguro says:

    Shiroh, thanks for the clarification.

    I just re-read Kenyatta’s charming allegory of colonialism: the man who invited animals to visit and the animals, in turn, kicked the man out. Not, of course, that I will abuse my visiting privileges. (I suspect that’s what the elephant said.)

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