In the Bamako studio, cotton strips dry in the sun. Fatoumata Coulibaly greets us with hands still stained by mud.
A family transmission
“I learned by watching my mother. Bogolan is first of all patience: sometimes it takes six baths to reach a deep black.”
I keep the gestures, but I change the scale. Pattern becomes a wall, an architecture.
Towards the monumental
For “Earths”, the artist produced twenty pieces over two metres tall, assembled like façades. A way of restoring bogolan's collective, ceremonial dimension.
