The Brussel event was satisfying, and most dealers had sales. I am preparing a little after exhibition slide show for those who couldn’t join my pop-up shop in Brussels, but it will probably for next week.
I will be in Paris next tuesday.
There are auctions at Sotheby’s and Christies, next Tuesday and Wednesday. ...
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While the special offer for the African Art Club is closing in 20 minutes, I would like to congratulate all the new members and invite all of you you to come next week in Brussels where I will show recent acquisitions in my African art pop up shop and where you can see an interesting exhibition about David Livingstone
Where ? BELvue Museum, Paleizenplein 7, 1000 Brussel
Phone:070 22 04 92
When : 6 June till 11 November 2013
David Livingstone, painted by Malcolm Stewart
The words, “Doctor Livingstone, I presume?” may not have been said, but the 1871 meeting has become an iconic moment in British history, between the Welsh workhouse orphan turned journalist, Henry Morton Stanley and David Livingstone, the son of Scottish mill workers.
Blantyre, to the south of Glasgow has recently marked Livingstone’s birth on 19 March, 1813. There have been other celebrations in the UK and in Africa. Scotland House in Brussels is also holding an event on 16 May, where his legacy will be examined.
Although known for exploring, Livingstone’s legacy is far more remarkable and enduring.
Livingstone’s family lived in a single room of a tenement building and began working in the local cotton mill at the age of ten. He spent the next sixteen years there, tying broken threads of cotton on the milling machines.
Brought up with a deep and practical Christianity, he managed to attend school, despite the handicap of working twelve to fourteen hours a day and became fascinated by science.
Eventually he trained as a doctor and began life as a missionary. It is doubtful that he ever converted a single African to Christianity, but in medicine he made his mark. He mused of mosquitos as the source of malaria 20 years before the connection was made and was the first to give quinine in the right doses to treat the killer disease. Later, his recipe was produced with the glorious name, ‘Livingstone’s Rousers.’
He was one of the first to campaign against slavery, describing it as “this open sore of the world,” but his opposition was not just words. Speaking in Scotland, marking the Scot’s birth, Dr Joyce Banda, the President of the Republic of Malawi noted, that you can still sit under the tree where Livingstone negotiated freedom for slaves with their owners.
During his travels, he walked almost 50,000 kilometres and made many discoveries, but not the Nile. His notes were copious and depicted a land full of people, he learned tribal languages and delighted in the diversity of the unknown lands.
The colonialism which followed used him as an icon of their values, which Livingstone would not have shared, and the doctor’s reputation has suffered under this reinvention of himself.
Now it is time to look again at this remarkable man and his life.
When his life was over, on 1 May 1873, his African companions buried his heart under a tree, where the LIvingstone Memorial is now, and carried his body a thousand miles to the coast. From there his remains were transported to Westminster Abbey, where the former mill worker was buried.