Biography

2023. I am a contemporary visual artist. Born 1964, Lives and work on Aruba. My work is an ongoing project.
A process  that delves into the psychology of  time and space surrounded by patterns  that triggers my memory and observes the truth.
It invites me to visualize an evolutionary language. The whispers in my spirit shows me the way to freedom and keeps me believing in a beautiful dream – Osaira Muyale.

2015. Exposition ‘Paradise Park’.
Studio Osaira Muyale, Oranjestad, Aruba.
Text by Renwick Heronimo, art curator.
Once upon a time there was a magical place…a place where one could set the imagination free and relive the feelings locked in moments past…there we find ourselves… waiting patiently by the sea, listening… and peering into the blue shimmer…here we are… awaiting to catch a glimpse of the wonderful character once more…filled with love we patiently listen to learn of his magical endeavors across the river. Name. A park is a space where play is placed central in its success as a functioning space…a space where fantasy, emotion and imagination can be stimulated to enhance the experience of the everyday. A space of infinite possibilities that is promised as paradise…that mythical place where timeless harmony is offered—the Garden of Eden before the fall from grace—that place where humanity had the opportunity to be in perfect harmony with the world. Gate. As we cross the gate we enter into a place where the imagination has given shape and color to a place of wonder detached from the banality and logic of the everyday. Each level of penetration into this space accentuating the separation from the monotony of the everyday experience devoid of wonder and excitement, into a reality replenished with possibilities and new meaning. Door.Here we find ourselves at a door, full of excitement we wait to enter in to the interior space with a sense of adventure and trepidation. Blindfolded we enter…and surrender. Interior. It is once inside this space that the magnitude of this project reveals itself. This remarkable work by the artist Osaira Muyale allows the spectator to enter into a space where beauty, magic, emotion, and melancholy can be experienced. It is inside the rooms of this house called Paradise Park that one encounters this powerful sensorial experience. As one walks through these white spaces flooded with the ephemeral blue light figures appear that seem to be moving to an eternal rhythm. All of these figures are hybrids consisting of human as well as plant elements and are all colored blue…a deep blue hinting at the depths of the soul. This surprising experience is overwhelming in its layered effect where space, color, figures, movement and music are caught in an endless dance inviting us deeper into this house and deeper into the meaning of this work With Paradise Park the spectator is able to surrender to the beauty and magic of this place and allow the imagination and emotion to free itself of the constraints of reason and logic that seem to rule the everyday. Idea.Paradise Park offers one the opportunity to submerge oneself into the realm of the senses…where the subconscious mind is activated in order to decipher the stories and narratives that have manifested themselves within this space…a space so intimate in its conception that one feels as if it is within the mind, body and soul of this artist that one finds oneself. A space of reflection, a space of being, a space of believing and a space of feeling…Dance In Paradise Park we are able to be immersed in an experience that allows one to release the soul and partake in this dance of melancholy… floating as it were through this magical space where  our senses are activated to resurrect our feeling of beauty, memory, intuition, fantasy and emotions. The art of Osaira Muyale, To understand the visual language of Muyale one must revisit some of her significant previous works. For example, it was with Mystery of The Soul that her visual language crystalized. The clarity with which she appropriated objets du Coeur from family collections to construct a narrative that was at once engaging as well as enigmatic. It was also during this solo exhibition at Eterno Studio Gallery in 1995, that the domestic attributes such as step ladders, picture frames, dolls, lamp posts, and linoleum flooring were appropriated to convey messages of domestic entrapment. It was this growing desperation and confrontation with the breakdown of communication that resulted in one of her most powerful multimedia installation, Silencio (Silence) at the Habana Biannual in 1997. Here she created a claustrophobic scene where hundreds of plaster cast ears were laid out on a metal bed frame and used to delineate the words “I am afraid” on the walls and were juxtaposed with a web of hair like threads reminiscent of cobwebs suspended from cattle hooks. To accentuate this apocalyptic scene installed inside one of the prison cells at the Castillo Del Moro fortification in Habana, a video was shown on a television monitor showing the artist struggling to catch her breath… A couple of years later this cycle of works reached its culmination with her highly personal multimedia installation iIlusion that was awarded with the grand price at the Dutch Caribbean contemporary art survey exhibition Arte 99 in Willemstad Curacao. With this striking installation the spectator is invited to enter into a space defined by a monumental wedding dress suspended on a metal carcass. To enter one had to step on and over the artist’s wedding pictures. Once inside one could see a video on a tv monitor suspended in the heart of this carcass, showing the artist falling out of the sky into a desolate landscape wearing a wedding dress. One can later see her walking outwards from a spiral installation, consisting of plaster cast ears and populated by family mementos and domestic articles, into the desolate landscape… A few years later it was the encounter with a water basin covered with natural overgrowth that triggered another performance and installation. It was at the history laden Kenepa Plantation in Curacao that triggered her imagination during the Watamula international artist workshop in the year 2000. Here the slave history of this indigo plantation as well as the encounter with this water basin resulted in a performance of ritualistic bathing with the indigo blue colored water of the basin. This installation was later installed at another plantation, namely Landhuis Bloemhof, in the bath house located in the middle of nature, and where the color blue (indigo) and water became an essential element indicative in this case of cleansing of traumatic history. The color blue had from this point on become a central and recurring component within the work of Muyale. Kindred Spirits But it is not only through the analysis of her work that we can get a better understanding of this artist. When we look into the work of some seminal artists that have had a definitive role within the history of art we can also find some kindred spirits that give us insights into her narrative. One of the recurring elements that can be seen throughout her work is the influence by the Surrealist Movement. Especially the resonance with the work of female Surrealist artists such as, Remedios Varo and Dorothea Tanning is remarkable. With the work of Varo, it is the enigmatic visual language as well as the architectural spaces laden with psychological charge that seem to relate. And in the case of Tanning, it is the highly personal narrative and surrealist imagery that seem to relate. In Tanning’s own words we learn that “art has always been the raft onto which we climb to save our sanity”. But looking onward into the Modern and Postmodern movements we can also finds artist that resonate with Muyale. One of these is Louise Bourgeois, where we encounter a highly personal narrative and imagery tainted by family history and its profound implications on the psyche. And with the work of Kiki Smith, we encounter ideas of identity and the body as well as, physicality and mortality presented with a highly personal visual language incorporating flora and fauna/ human and animal, hybrid forms transformed by the imagination. But it is the color blue and the “Space within” that draws our attention to another remarkable artist, in this case a Flemish male artist Jan Faber, whose ideas of spatial atmosphere and quietude, as well as, the symbiosis between work and location achieved by this versatile artist resonates with Paradise Park. Conclusion .Throughout human history, art has had a fundamental role when dealing with the mysterious aspects of human experience. And it is through the release achieved by the creative process and the trans formative power of art that we are able to give meaning to human existence. With Paradise park the artist Osaira Muyale,  has confronted us with a haptic space that allows one to experience the subtle simplicity as well as the striking richness possible with human experience…all one has to do is enter. Subsidized by Unoca, PBCFCG, GenAir, FE.

2011-2012.  Artwork, ‘I am not white, not black but Blue’.
First Biennial of Aruba. ARTNEXUS 104, March –May 2017 “Useless Islands” to the ‘Happy islands’
Text by Dr. Jose Manuel Noceda Fernandez, art historian.
Aruba in Art Today.
The Mystery of the Soul, Osaira Muyale established a deep affiliation with introspection and the
deconstruction of memory. Her iconography, indebted to Louis bourgeois’ great influence on more than
a few artists, takes shape in a methodical retreat into an inner universe. Her interests go from
dysfunctional communication to the crisis of the modernist model of progress, the collapse of utopias,
and the widely proclaimed death of the subject. The key point of her work is the complex construction
of identity, the retrenchment and safeguarding of the personal, that which Okwul Enwezor understands
as dislocation, uprooted-ness, displacement and dispersion, exile, and alienation gaining terrain even in
the rooms of one’s own house. Over time, Muyale outlines the resources to be deployed much more
clearly. Hallway between Wifredo Lam’s human-animal- mythological syncretism and the ‘Blue Klein”
Victoire de Samothrace, I’m Not White, Not Black, But Blue. From 2012, a hybrid image in blue levitating
over a trampoline, is a good example of the extension of all these concerns with an extraordinary power
of synthesis.

2010. Exposition, ‘Take me home cause I don’t remember’
First International Triennial of Caribbean. Museo de Arte Moderno, Santo Domingo.
Text ‘Spirituality and Context’, by Dr. Professor Jose Manuel Noceda Fernandez.
I came across some of Osaira Muyale’s work, for the first time in a while, at the First Caribbean Triennial in the Santo Domingo Museum of Modern Art, in September 2010. She was one of the artists invited by the “Dutch Caribbean”. Osaira belongs to a group which is transforming the art produced in Aruba, this diminutive enclave which for centuries was at the whim of Dutch geopolitics. Osaira is a member, with a distinctive style, of a clan of artists there who were highly active in the early 1990s. But she was also clearly associated with a movement that crosses Aruba’s borders and defines a new avant-garde throughout the Caribbean, marked by radical innovations in terms of concept and representation. In this respect her work showed affinities with the language of several West Indian artists, but especially in the way it reflected the emergence of a group of female artists who made their mark at that time within the Caribbean and also beyond its geocultural boundaries. That work opened doors and led to a number of opportunities. Osaira was invited to the Havana Biennial in 1997, as part of a program aimed at exploring the role memory as a resource in contemporary artistic endeavour. She was also present at the Caribbean and Central America painting biennials organized by the Santo Domingo Museum of Modern Art. And years ago, Virginia Pérez-Ratton included her in a Caribbean and Central American retrospective for an edition of the Cuenca (Ecuador) biennial, one of the most firmly-rooted and best-attended of such events in Latin America & the Caribbean. Some years ago, alluding to Osaira, I quoted José Luis Brea’s “El arte en la era póstuma de la cultura”, to reference a theoretical field in which I felt her poetic art worked very well. Her sculptures and structures are unquestionably the expression of existential limits and tensions of universal scope, viewed through the highly individual prism of the artist’s personal experience. I would describe it as sponge-like, absorbing and recording diverse chapters of daily experience and translating them into images charged with meanings. Analyzing this new work which I exhibited in Santo Domingo, ‘Take me home cause I don’t remember’ (Project Silhouette, 2008-2010), and performing a kind of retrospective revision, it is apparent that this visual output defined by personal points of reference and marked spirituality has not changed in its essential constants, although it has become more complex in terms of its mise en scène. And with the passage of time, Osaira has enriched the visual text with numerous elements that appreciably expand her expressive resources. She is now among the artists who have contributed most to the formal, conceptual and material reformulation of art in Aruba. She is the master of an extended register characterized by work with a variety of techniques, ranging from painting, drawing and sculpture using various materials, to the challenge always implied in adopting new disciplines and the new media of photography and video, always with success in terms of expressive qualities. Also apparent is an interest in matter and the recycling of objects. The wide assortment of the latter includes fur, clocks, dolls, broken tailor’s dummies and countless other elements, always arranged so as to represent existential and contextual imperatives. And this is perhaps the leitmotif of her work, this perennial interchange between the “I” and what surrounds her, between personal time and the circumstances of context. Everything has a symbolic function, whether expressed through the latent meanings in her works, or through the use of colour to convey emotional states. Viewed from an evolutionary perspective, through all that activity Osaira maintains certain key elements as constants in her work. These include the position reflected in ‘The mystery of my soul’ (1995), an autobiographical work, and a close affinity  with Barthesian reflection, introspective in nature, with an emphasis on fragmentation and on deconstruction of memory. Although her early work (like that of no few artists) clearly showed the influence of Louise Bourgeois, identifying herself with the anthropomorphism and sculptural fragmentation characteristic of that artist, I see no traces of that style in the Santo Domingo work, which introduces an environment-type narrative based on the assembling of documents and objects into symbolic codes imbued with meanings that reflect an open environmental vision in which the human being is the focus of her discourse. As is usually the case with Osaira’s output, the essence of this work rests on the bedrock of personal identity, on the way she uses tools and methods to convert her individual history and experience and the deep layers of her psyche into a rich profusion of drawings, etchings, sculptures and installations. Using personal history as her vantage point, coupled with her particular way of representing existential dilemmas, she creates a perspective of surprising reverberations. This approach fosters a poetic style that adopts an introspective methodology, of withdrawal into a private domain in response to a world situation determined by the crisis of the modernist model of progress, by frustration of the development processes in large parts of the South, by the collapse of the social Utopias, where the model of questioning the Other deployed by the avant-gardes coexists, strangely, with researches into the “I” itself, and given the implications of such conditions for a small island such as Aruba. Okwui Enwezor, highlighting the dichotomy between the individual and his/her environment, has said that for many non-Western artists, the logic of modernity is no longer based on the style of the avant-garde as the preponderant Zeitgeist, or concerned with progress and change. For many (in the West as well), he believes modernity has come to mean a particular condition – one that often implies dislocation and rootlessness; displacement and dispersion; alienation and exile, even in the familiar rooms of the home. For him, rather than breaking down barriers, modernity seems to have built them. His words clarify the path Osaira has taken. The crisis and real conflicts of society and culture, the failure of the logic of immutable identities, the undermining of cultural identities implied by the high volume of international travel, all revive and intensify age-old questioning about existence, like Dostoevsky’s torments. The loss of the subject’s freedom asserted by Foucault, and the weakening of the notion of self in a destabilized modern individual proposed by Andreas Huyssen, clearly reflect the deep crises in a civilization dominated by the illusion of the material and by consumerism.Such circumstances explain the current prevalence of art founded on a personal archaeology, which converts experience into an allegory of individual questioning and prompts self-reference in response to conditions of existential instability, in a premeditated excavation of memory which unearths gestures of intimacy, journeys in the distant past and retrieves events that fuel the individual narratives. The representation strategy in this case involves a remapping of individual or familiar territory, at odds with the compact, closed ontologies of yesteryear. This new anthropological approach is apparent in ‘Take me home cause I don’t remember‘. The work presents itself in four clearly-defined sections that nonetheless form an environment-type mise en scène, with one of her now classic sculptures of broken, incomplete tailor’s dummies, a photograph with flowers and a satellite view of the island, a video about her dog and an extensive polyptych of 80 drawings. Among the latter, I was particularly struck by the sequence of anthropomorphic drawings in which the human body, represented in an elementary, naïve way – sometimes in combination with small birds, in others with the intersection of photographs of flowers, or in musical pentagrams – is repeated as a pattern and splits into countless poses, subtle variations and combinations. However, these human images have nothing to do with Da Vinci’s L’uomo vitruviano and the supreme expressions of the Renaissance concept of Man as the center of the universe. Quite the contrary. In an age in which one speaks of the Anthropocene – a term coined by Paul Crutzen to denote a stage in the evolution of the planet marked by the global influence of human activity on the ecosystems – all these images are imbued with a heartrending poetry that is difficult to ignore. It could be said that Osaira’s work, always detached from the experiential, is particularly well adapted to the requirements of an event preoccupied with the relations between art and the environment. The environment is not a concept that can be circumscribed, nor is it a synonym for (although encompassing) ecology; the notion is much more all-embracing; it includes – of course – the natural factors (behaviour of the climate, energy sources); but it also encompasses Man, his relations with his living surroundings, as well as social and cultural aspects. And that is exactly what Osaira synthesizes, from her perspective – that interrelation with individual themes, with the little things that fill and give sense to her daily existence; but also with her surroundings and with the implications of living on a small Caribbean island.

 1997.  Exposition, ‘El Silencio’
Centro Wifredo Lam. 6th Biennial de la Habana,Cuba.
Text by Gijs Stork, M.A., art historian.
An ear is an emotionally charged symbol. Because we receive the Word through the ear.  It often represents Faith. In Christian semantics, the ear will often be the symbol by which the Holy Ghost, the dove, makes the announcement to the Holy Virgin. In this case, the ear is the part of the body that makes Maria aware of her unspeakable happiness. Furthermore, it also symbolizes the woman as well as daughters. Consequently, with this the ear gets an erotic connotation as well. A magnificent sound has an immediate effect on each part of the body as a sensory experience and yet the ear in Osaira Muyale’s oeuvre  only remains are requisite of the imaginative power. It has a metaphorical meaning, which not only gives cause for observation, but also for deeper associations. Here too, it is clear that is no such a thing as the key to knowing the underlying meaning. The function of intuition is more important. An ear and listening is a mayor theme in contemporary art. Contrary to the works of, say, Jan Fabre at Documenta IX and Douglas Gordon at the exposition Entre- Deux in Brussels, Osaira does not attempt to hear the unknown or the “outside”, but the tales of the public. She attempts to let the inner voice speak; to make the suppressed feelings revive. It is not surprising that listening has become a theme in a time in which the hectic life makes that nobody actually has the time to listen anymore. There are more and more souls crying and wandering in the wilderness of new media, fast television footage and 1.000 mega beats per second. Osaira Muyale listens indirectly to the people of Cuba. A work of art has to make the 1.000 voices of silent grief sound. And so, within the theme of the biennial “The individual and his memory”,  Muyale Performs an act in which she considers the public as an individual, and wants to let the memory of a past speak. But speaking takes the form of listening, listening to the inner voice.  A descent in your own deepest inner self,  from where the voice of the unconscious will speak. Therefore, the ear is also comparable with the eye. Both are the carriers of the experience to the memory. For Osaira Muyale personal experience and memory is the most important theme in her works. The experience she tries to concertize and communicate to the spectator, by means of images that thrust themselves upon her in fragments. Experience of life she tries to translate into sculptures. Art that is not about art, or creating art, art not created to please, it rather repels, but art about the experience of the artist, art about life itself. They are translated into sculptures and presented as such. Here too, the fact that the dove and the ear were brought together in early symbolism, can be considered special; the dove brings the message, but also peace.  A sign that gives the ear a positive meaning.  A meaning also needed to survive, with all the experiences, positive or negative, a human being goes through in his life.

1995.  Exposition ‘The Mystery of the soul’
Eterno Studio gallery, Oranjestad Aruba.
Text ‘Autobiography, memory and lack of communication’ by Dr. José Manuel Noceda Fernandez,art historian.
A superficial contemplation of present times demonstrates, without much ado, the conflicts arisen as of the modern age. The terms to define this “fin-de-siecle” feel­ing oscillate between the apocalyptic prophecy and the clever epitaph of José Luis Brea of a “posthumous era of culture”. Behind these descriptions we sense signs of decadence, of anxiety over a global society. The vertiginous ramification of the transnational and globalizing action of the economy, the financial world, the spearhead technologies, the information, and the culture disturbs the coherent paradigms of nations and men, sets new rules, causes an unusual mobility in the social strata  as well as in the symbolic and cognitive classes, and causes a “deterrito­rializa­tion”, intensified by the irruption of another being, not invited to the banquet, i.e. I refer to the uncontrollable movements from the South to the metropolitan centers. The eagerness to be civilized, concealed by the story of progress, ends by curtailing the autonomy of the individual. We live in a “thingy” society, very much aimed at the mass media, in a society of transmitters, or as Barthes would say, of “ousters”, in which the dissoluteness of the personal triumph prevails. Therefore, it is not paradoxical to admit that the lack of communication is a lurking spook. This is the context man lives in, absorbed in a deaf ears dialogue. He rather sits in front of the screen of a monitor and consumes the global broadcasting menu, accesses the super networks of INTERNET from his home – his real hiding place -, communicates at a distance, builds an insurmountable ­wall around him, than that he has face to face contact with another. Apart from that, a large part of humanity remains “in areas of silence”, not having the slightest clue about the “advantages” derived from technological impulses. In this way, the solitude and the fear for a soliloquy emerge. The individual hides himself behind a solipsistic silence to protect his too vulnerable personality, reinforcing the idea of the nonsense of communication, the failure of the interaction between transmitter-recipient, the interference of the standards for the circulation of mess­ages. These are exactly the details on which Osaira Muyale bases her ideo-aesthetic story. I met Osaira in 1993 and I now realize that she has rounded off her visual universe. The autobiography appears to be the ideal means to place her into her history and experience. With The Mystery of the Soul, 1995, she surprises with a Barthesian iconography based on the leitmotiv of fragmentation, or rather the physical flagellation and the mutilation of the memory. I enter into these topics because we never perceive an image in its entirety. We only identify unconnected signs of which the syn-taxis has to be deciphered gradually. In this respects, Muyale adheres to the memory when she composes a scene of an introspective and retrospective nature, an infinite permeability between navigable stages from the present to the past and vice versa. Wandering through the intimacy, she takes the age of childhood, the stage of innocence, as a central theme, but also the age prone to the loss of sense, of an atmosphere which normally explains the traumas, mysteries and passions of adulthood. With Mystery … the artist choose a substratum of general use, belonging to everyday life; she connected the mystic complexity of the creating individual with her favorite objects. The symbolic work insistently recurs to “remains” of the human body – torsos hanging upside down, ears, feet, legs, hands and hair -, the domestic environment – chairs, suitcases, cutlery – or the affective environment – portraits, shoes, and parts of dolls. The ambiguity emphasizes the coherence between these elements. Muyale outlines an apparent syntagmatic dislocation in respect of representation, and although it appears that she revives the astuteness of surrealism, in reality she assumes and reconstructs the contradictions inherent to the paradigms which mold a character. A year later, during the exposition Hende muhe den Evolucion, she displays a work in which she shows her affinity with the autobiographic, emotive, and objectional preeminence of Louise Bourgeois and with certain three-dimensional schemes of Richard Long. The work in question, seen from a distance, depicts a spiral, and, furthermore, it may resemble the anatomy of the ear, the organ exalted to the level of obsessive iconography, which is repeated like a pattern, which outlines a complete route, a real or imaginary path, just like Long sometimes did. However, the feeling of appropriate guilt disappears rapidly. Muyale justifies its necessity by placing the “I” in the heart of the artistic reflection. Therefore, she assumes the involuntary atrophy of one of the irreplaceable sense of men: the ear, the hearing. The work harshly refers to the deterioration of communication, the uselessness of the ear in the heart of the desire to be civilized. The fusion of the individual-artist with the world is realized by means of a flow of communication and information, marked by stages of interruption and areas of silence. For this reason, the path of Osaira is segmented, truncated in intervals, with sequences of frozen, sleeping, and eschatological personalities which condense universal worries, torments which strike the inhabitants of today’s Earth, which go far beyond geographic areas or political preferences, with the pain of living in a small country in the Caribbean, umbilically bound to the ancient Metro­poles, connected to the World by satellite, the harbors for transatlantic ships, and the international hotel chains; surrounded by the sea, where the perpetual feeling of insular claustrophobia reigns, and where the scourge of intolerance and the lack of understanding is felt, which probably confirms the truth con­tained in a popular saying, full of humor and grace: “Small community, large hell”. The work of Osaira Muyale connotes certain irony regarding these modern times of false communication, mentioned by Walter Benjamin; she dissents from the maneuvers which seem to connect us with the rest of the world, more than ever. From individual sentiments, a desolate soul, to public, universal success, it all regards the anxiety of a generation, caused by the devastating effects of the lack of communication. From her life, her history, originates a narration which, in the end, soars the biography, influencing our lives, the foreign experience, and which suddenly does not seem as subordinated to “the personal” as we supposed it was.