ARTIST SERIES

AMOGELANG MAEPA

I Will Not Break The Glass Cover Of My Vagina | 2021

After I read the book: The Camera My Mother Gave Me by the American Author Susanna Kaysen I was paranoid about what could happen to my vagina. I had questions such as “am I taking good care, what is pH level, the medical bill from my gynecologist …” all those questions in my head made the paranoia worse.

I decided to take this to clay, to translate all those murky feelings I felt after I read the book. This body of work focuses on how I will not break the glass of my vagina, having to protect this glass cover has caused heightened paranoia and uneasiness, one crack on the glass cover leads to a ridiculous bill from my gynecologist.

I choose porcelain because I enjoy that fragile white color it has and its high tolerance for heat and the way the color red becomes almost irritating to the eye when it is against the white.

Amogelang Maepa

I WILL NOT | 2021

Come to my birthday party
Rock paper scissor my art career
Make human sacrifices
Answer my phone
Spit on friend’s face
Piss in public spaces
Take part in violent recreational activities
Despise the men I give myself to
Be bored of this of life I am living
Sell soul at the first price
Care about who you fucking
Finish bad books
Walk out off my own monologues
Date a middle class man
Disappear when I start going mad
Break the glass cover of my vagina
Be on my death bed
Be exactly hopeless, one day I will get a job, Mum
Allow sperm to make me potent
Make a face when given advice about my art
Be accustomed to lavish praises
Invent sadness for entertainment
Be there when you die

By Amogelang Maepa

Amogelang Maepa

ONE NIGHT STANDS IN WHITE MUSTANGS | 2021

One night stands in white Mustangs
I got served severely
I get easily distracted and overwhelmed
by my thoughts about men and sex
I always want to touch.
My sculptures hurt me
I am too passionate and
I lack talent.
I always red everything; white sheets,
Kotex, fingers, pajamas, you …
I always come off erotic but ultimately I am
boring.
I miss the inevitable pause before fucking.
I want my masochist body against your brutal architecture.
I am your luxury behavior
I will not trade my high horse
I am over worked and under sexed

By Amogelang Maepa

Amogelang Maepa

ONE MORE LIE, ONE MORE LINE, ONE MORE CRY | 2021

One more lie
One more line
One more cry
It kept ridding
It kept ridding my mouth
It kept ridding again and again
I knew its hunger
In bloodstreams I infected your name
I still have faith in men, in violent days
like these it’s because I am sitting by
the kitchen window eating orange slices
watching you wash the sheets I bled on
Soft leather
Hair in between teeth
This time I am
definitely wounded
Don’t cry, you idiot! One day I will finally
dissolve in this scrap ceramic sculpture
Even though Eve had the only man in the
world, she still wanted the apple.
I want that apple!

By Amogelang Maepa