Posters are ready be sent to selected people.

Q&A continues:

Dear Minister: "There was a comment from a local Namibian artist who thinks that no one actually understands what this project is about, the artist also thinks you have wasted a lot of your time on the project when people do not understanding what it is about. Any comments?"

Minister of Truth: "To begin with, I think that there are too many people calling themselves artists just based on the fact that they can hold a pen in their hand, produce a piece of paper with a draft fro a drawing they refer to as an art piece. Many of these images are being exhibited in the National Art Gallery of Namibia as we speak. It is scary and a sign that there is something wrong with the current status quo thinking "Anything goes". At the same time it is a relief to think anything can actually be art, just do it. Better art pieces, however, can be found in the streets. Standards of what is art, what is design, are slowly being understood. Otherwise, if one can answer the question WHY fluently, something good is going on.

Many people think their opinion is important, when it is not. Silence often better. Do not talk. For me, opinions are a by-product, and quite interesting if there was an engine to record the thoughts, but words are not that interesting since they are conditioned! In the end, what is the so-called-general-opinion is not interesting. I have no impact on this either. This project is a campaign for pro-free-thinking! Please do something to think free. Seriöusly. It is funny that people think there was a huge campaigning machine and masses or people around this project, when the truth is it is a self-initiated project, with no institution funding, a start for distributing messages on the streets. I guess people so not see that individuals can make a difference. People are so wrong! Of course we can. We see things as we are, not as they are. We should break free. Everything is either conditioned by our culture or our conditioned minds. Being an individual is like being your own God. I have been a slave of thinking but refuse it now.

It is sad if people would see art only as a campaign. Art has no end result. Process, the unfinished reality, is the outcome. See Guy Debord and the Society of Spectacle as a reference. I am currently reading a book by Robert Bringhurst "The Tree of Meaning". That is where life can be. In our minds, to expand our conditioned minds. Picasso's most interesting work was his mind where he was trying to process his mind with his hand and what came out was a new perspective.

“When you think intensely and beautifully, something happens. That something is called poetry. If you think that way and speak at the same time, poetry gets in your mouth. If people hear you, it gets in their ears. If you think that way and write at the same time, then poetry gets written. But poetry exists in any case. The question is only: are you going to take part, and if so, how?” 

― Robert Bringhurst, The Tree Of Meaning: Thirteen Talks

The 19th Century German philosopher G.W.F. Hegel makes reference to the Owl of Minerva in his 'Preface to The Philosophy of Right.' Hegel says: "The Owl of Minerva only takes flight at dusk" By this he means that the culminating wisdom of an historical epoch is gained in hindsight - at dusk - before a new epoch arises.

Thank you good night". 

"History positively guides us. I realise that a Workshop I attended at the University of Art and Design Helsinki in 2008 has been the influence partly to the Love  Matters in Art poster production in the technical implementation." 

Random is a word I would describe my implementation idea for the poster. I wanted to make a "Poster Generator" that makes a new kind of poster everytime. 

http://workshops.nodebox.net/2008-helsinki/niina/135/

Here is it.

The one and only MISSION of Love Matters Art : To start an artistic dialogue. Wonderful. Found at the KCAC/Boilerhouse.

"You see your own reflection in these posts on these walls, whether you are a corrupt politician, a corrupt taxi drivers who refuses to give people change or whether you are a shop owner who advertises fresh goods but sells stale products."

Read the full article.
http://www.thevillager.com.na/articles/4289/Hate-me-and-see-if-I-care/

Detail form a poster: Name of the detail is: Girls' ability to (tastefully) reveal flesh.

Rural Girls' Talent Challenge, one of the articles used in making the posters

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Today the controversial Hate me and see if I care* exhibition will be dismantled. Exciting-exciting as the project takes a new outlook on life after listening to people for a month quietly. 

1. The posters will find a owner.  They will be either given or sent to chosen different people in different parts of the world. The receiver of the poster will be asked to take a photograph of the poster hanging at a location chosen by the owner.

 2. The poster creation will continue as it did before the hanging at Galerie Nazionale de Namibie.

3. Now that the Minister of Truth and Typography is available (after a month at the Gallery) we will start a Q&A session with the Minister himself talking to shine REAL light on the issues at the new Ministry and about the project. Previously you have only read point-of-views-of local journalists. The interview will be conducted by a Word Journalist from the in-house-press called Stop the Press at the Ministry. 

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“There is too much posing and too much flesh everywhere,” says Turtola.

“Through the posters I am offering anti-photographic views. I am tired of seeing people in posters. People posing do not belong on posters. Many posters in Namibia are visual pollution. What you do not see is just as important.” 

See more in the Namibian.

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"It is a bizarre art collection that explores the reality of women killings in Namibia, the issue of young girls with the ‘sugar daddy’ syndrome and the materialism in society. Her posters are drafted exclusively for the hall of society to understand clearly the “tokolosie” role some men play in breaking up homes and disturbing the peace."

New Era, 

28 Jun 2013 - Story by Jemima Beukes