Making Art Grenadian Again

When I think of Grenada, I think of steaming mugs of cocoa tea. Notice, I didn’t say hot chocolate. I’m not talking about a drink made with processed, powdered stuff you buy in cans. I’m talking about a drink coming to the table straight from this island’s rich volcanic soil. I’m talking about gnarled black hands, knuckles swollen, grating a ball of raw chocolate, then  cracking nutmeg, then splintering a piece of cinnamon bark, then boiling it all together. The whole house engulfed in spicy, earthy aromas. I’m talking about lifting that mug to your nose and seeing the fat of the land, the cocoa oils, floating above the milk.  Sip it, taste the blackness and opulence that has borne these crops – spice and cocoa – for centuries. There is nothing more creole.

And then here comes this white-boy, Asher Mains. Red-haired too, and bearded, like the pirates that once rummaged Grenada’s coves.

What draws me into the Mains’ art gallery in Grand Anse, is a painting leaning against the leg of a desk. An androgynous black face covered in bluish flowers. Full lips, wide flatish nose, high cheekbones, luminescent skin – all familiar. But it’s the eyes and the frown – the expression of painful disappointment – set on that regal face and surrounded by flowers.


As I approach though, my eyes skid away to the left, enticed by three giant women. They stand in their floor-to-ceiling canvas wearing work-clothes: t-shirts, long pants and rubber boots. Two balance loads on their heads, one holds a basket of fruit. One is sullen, two are grinning – the mirth on their faces is so real I find myself smiling back at them.


What are they? Three black muses? Patronesses of agriculture? I turn to the man seated at the desk, only on the periphery of my awareness till now, to ask about these paintings.

“Hi,” I say, but then there’s an awkward pause as I notice the huge portrait on the wall directly behind him. A dreadlocked lady leaning playfully to the side, propping her chin. She also wears work-clothes; a cutlass is stuck into the ground at her side. She is beaming, mischievously. In my mind I name her “Cutlass-Tanty,” and it seems obvious that she was painted by the same artist as the female triumvirate.


The similarity is in the faces. A palpable dignity and pride in each one, self-possession – even the flower-covered man (I’ve decided it’s a man). This artist’s work evokes a uniquely Caribbean adjective: “conscious” or, as black Americans would say, “woke”. But not in an angry, fight-the-power way. No, in a proud-of-who-I-am way. I sense that these people are being portrayed exactly as they are and would wish to be seen by the world.

Finally, I ask the seated, long-sleeve-shirted white-man, “These are fascinating. Is this a local Grenadian artist? Who is it?”

He gets up from behind the desk and says with a shy smile, “Actually these are mine.”

“As in: you own them?”

”No, I’m the artist.”

I was not expecting that. There’d been nothing in the portraits to suggest the work was that of The Other. Nothing flippant. No exaggeration of physical features. No attempt to exoticize. Nor even anglicize – to paint “black” women who are basically white girls dipped in chocolate.

I temper my surprise and ask him, in a nonchalant tone, about his inspiration.

That’s when Grenadian artist, Asher Mains, tells me about the Cocoa Farmers Project, which he completed during his MFA in Creative Practice. He painted portraits of real, ordinary Grenadian cocoa farmers. Some portraits, like the large pieces I’d been admiring, had been displayed in the Mains Gallery and shown internationally. But there were others, smaller portraits, which he gave to the farmers themselves as gifts, to display on the walls of their homes.

The idea, he explains, was to give agriculture the recognition and pride of place it deserves, but has been getting less and less of, in modern Grenadian society. Grenada farms some of the finest cocoa, and yet the younger generations – sometimes the farmers’ children themselves – hold that livelihood in low esteem. Portraits should not only be done of famous and wealthy people, Asher believes, because it does something to see yourself rendered in art. He is passionate about that “something”.  He tells me of the grandchildren of Cutlass-Tanty coming into the gallery, being so excited to see their granny up on the wall, and their elation when they looked at the tag and realized their granny was worth so much.

A customer enters the gallery, so I release Asher and stroll along to another section, mulling things over. I can’t be the only one who’s been surprised by his work, who senses the dangerous undercurrents he’s waded into. A white man capturing images of black farmers, in a land built on the agronomics of forced plantation labour.

A new grappe of faces, dark blue and stenciled, draw my attention. Four separately framed but identical profiles of an afro-wearing woman. The background of each is a different colour but they lack the lushness, the blended pigments of the cocoa-farmer pieces. These are more edgy and monochromatic, like what you might print with an inky stamp-pad. And yet, I suspect they are also Asher’s work.


He returns and confirms that they are. I ask him outright, “Have you taken any flack for painting black people?”

Yes, he has. One lady, a conflict resolution specialist, told him all she sees in his art is racial conflict. Others, commenting on the Cocoa Farmers Project, have accused him of being the prototypical white exploiter. He confides that when he first started doing portraiture, he used only three colours – red, yellow and purple – so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the dynamics of being a white renderer of black skin. With time, though, Asher has grown brave. He trusts his motives and understands that people will always view his work through the prism of their own prejudices.

“And your motive is?” I ask.

Asher explains that the Cocoa Farmers Project involved real dialogue and exchange with the farmers and their families. He learnt about them, they learnt about art. He realized that for those Grenadians, even if they were interested in pursuing art, the materials were too esoteric and unavailable. The paints, charcoal, brushes – it all came from abroad and was expensive. Fine art was a rich man’s pursuit, not a cocoa-farmer’s.  Asher became passionate about making and sourcing art materials exclusively within Grenada.

He runs over to the other side of the gallery and returns with a jar of crooked black sticks – drawing charcoal which he’s made from the stems of a quick-growing local plant. Then he ushers me to two other stenciled pieces, these emitting a sepia, historical tone like old photographs. “Here I experimented with making my own pigments,” he says, “using vinegar, pomegranate leaves and rust.”  Looking closer at the canvas, I can actually see little pomegranate leaves embedded.  Then Asher points to the four afro-lady stencils and explains that, in each case, a different plant had been overlaid. “Just leaves of plants I have around the house,” he says. We go back to Cutlass-Tanty, my favorite, and Asher shows me the brown geometric pattern in the background. “I made that with cocoa tea,” he says.

The tour de force comes when he tells me about his current project, Sea Lungs, which will be on display at the Grenada National Pavilion of the Venice Biennale 2017. Grenadian sea fans (underwater vegetation) are backlit casting a shadow onto the portraits, evoking the bronchial effect of lungs.

I get what Asher is saying, I understand his passion for authenticity – that the subject-matter and materials of his art should reference each other.  But there’s something more at work with him. Asher Mains is no pirate, no white plunderer of blackness. He is a Grenadian. He seeks, in his art, to give expression to and enter into relationship with Grenadian identity. With who he is, really. In that sense, Asher Mains creates self-portraits.

6 thoughts on “Making Art Grenadian Again

  1. Melanie

    Great read! I got engrossed in that gallery of Grenadian art! Definitely something to look forward to on my next visit to Grenada! Thanks for sharing your experience!

  2. Patricia Walcott

    I’m so thrilled. Asher is extremely creative and challenges himself. His pieces always reflect his creative genius…a Master Artist at such an early age. Asher is extremely humble and readily open to all who seek his advice.

    Asher is also an Art Instructor at SGU and also conduct private workshops for groups and individuals.

    Asher is indeed a son of the soil… his passion for art and drums at a tender age led him to further his education. Moved by this unquenching spirit; he explored Africa and other parts of the world where he exercised and improved both his art and drumming.

    As an avid art lover and Artist he has also showcased his work across the Region and Globe to much acclaim, but is without ego.

    A credit to Grenada…
    Asher continues to share his talents with his Grenadian peers and students. A great pick to represent Grenada in the Venice Biennale 2017.

    (Asher is Grenadian as are his parents and all three are much an active part of the Grenadian Community and have been for many, many years).

    1. Sheldon Jack

      Great writing, very vivid, your use of words and descriptions made me feel like I was actually there walking through your experience with you. Keep up the good work.

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