his way to the light.
Unlike most monochrome painting,
Madhat Kakei's paintings are explosive, laden with meaning, full of
joy and sorrow; permeated by a light both ruthless and conciliatory.
Dipping below the seething surface, our eyes quickly discern not the
one but many colors, the layers of light and dark, harmonies and contrasts,
participating in giving these pictures a life of their own. Surfacing
as if to catch our breath, our eyes latch onto the borders, and a
viewpoint from which to watch the miracle unfold. The pregnant surface
derives its meaning from a multitude of layers and eradications in
the wake of a search filled with hope and despair, maybe we should
look upon this search as one not entirely divorced from that of a
religious call. For no matter how harsh or revealing the light, we
still seek comfort in the truth, however slim.
Kakei's paintings is darkness. With his Kurdish background, he had
scarcely to seek out torment. Being a man who knows where he belongs,
he returned to his roots, even though they lie in a war-torn earth.
On his return he found himself unable to carry on with the monochromes,
To describe all this pain and destruction he needed to work in black
and white. During his student years in Spain he learned how to depict
the sufferings in his homeland. At first glance there is no obvious
resemblance, but on closer inspection, he might as well have had Goya
breathing down his neck.
For Madhat Kakei to shut himself off in a studio in this war-ravaged
land was impossibility. As impossible as forsaking the conviction
that creative art restores and heals, so he went out amid the ruins
and painted as if to say: You may blow our world to smithereens, you
won't stop us, we'll go on communicating and building new worlds,
this must not be taken as an outburst of heroism or romanticism, simply
a statement about human nature. That is why warriors lose their wars
and mankind goes on, picking up the pieces and re-building, looking
for light where once there was darkness. Physically, Madhat Kakei
left his tormented land to work with his monochromes.The nomadic way
of life seemed not to bother him, in his heart and mind he was always
back home, there is light everywhere but he knew where he wanted to
Perhaps this is what the many layers surfaces is all about: the more
he sees of the world, the more paint is needed to catch the one true
light. Yet the unending possibilities never unnerve him, rather it
is his conviction that it is this very light that holds it all together.
For no matter what he gets up to with his brushes, it is this light
that catches the eye, drawing it downward into something that to all
extents and purposes ought to be dead, mute matter, but isn't. On
the contrary, surrounded by these works of art we find ourselves drawn
into something that is in the deepest sense of the word; human.
Former Director of Modern Museum & National Museum in Stockholm