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    HIGH HEELS, HATING SADDAM ARE PART OF SULEYMANIA'S ARTY AURA
    By Michael Luongo, [email protected]

    Bloomberg
    September 19, 2007

    Sept. 19 (Bloomberg) -- Liquor-shop windows gleam at night with the
    amber glow of whiskey bottles. Women sport high heels, tight pants
    and hair unveiled.

    There's a freer spirit in Suleymania, the once and maybe future
    cultural capital of Iraqi Kurdistan.

    Prince Ibrahim Pasha Baban built Suleymania in 1784 as "a place where
    Kurdish culture could flourish," Kurdish Cultural Minister Falakaddin
    Kakeyi told me.

    Now, Kakeyi says, this city of 800,000 in northern Iraq's autonomous
    region of Kurdistan serves as a cultural beacon for the estimated 26
    million Kurds scattered throughout Iraq, Turkey, Syria, Armenia and
    other places, the world's largest ethnic group without a country.

    I entered Suleymania along the wide boulevard called Salim Street,
    which is lined with hotels and multistory construction projects. These
    give way to low-rise buildings on narrow, busy market streets
    punctuated by monumental traffic circles with grand government
    buildings.

    The liberal spirit to which unwrapped women and unconcealed booze
    attest has its roots in Prince Ibrahim Pasha Baban's founding the
    city as a liberal alternative to Erbil, which had been strangled by
    repressive tribal authorities over its millennium-long history.

    The relative freedom of Suleymania has nurtured the cultural scene,
    Kurds told me, fostering local artists and even luring back some of
    the expatriates who have fled over the years.

    "Art installations are all the rage," said Sami Muemin, who heads
    a German-Kurdish association of artists called Art-Art Laboratory
    and anchors "Cultural Weekly News," a half-hour television program
    featuring interviews with local artists.

    `Space and Time'

    Muemin took me to Sardam Gallery, a new art space where we found 16
    3-foot-square Lucite sheets in a row hanging from the ceiling at eye
    level. Each was covered with an oversized portrait, and when viewed
    head-on the individual faces melded. It was the work of Afan Sediq,
    a 32-year-old artist with curly bobbed hair who had years before
    moved to Germany.

    She called the piece "Space and Time" and described it as an
    examination of family and disconnection.

    "Such a person like me," she said, "has been separated from inside
    and outside, Kurdistan and Germany. I think I don't belong here,
    I don't belong there."

    While Muemin taped an interview with Sadiq for his TV show, I went
    over to a landscape painter named Ali Hussein, 57, who was checking
    out the space for his coming exhibit. He also had emigrated, settling
    for a time in Greece, but now had returned to live in Kurdistan. When
    I mentioned I was from New York, he said an exhibit there is "every
    artist's dream."

    Later he showed me gallery postcards of his work, which had a
    watercolor softness.

    Bloody History

    The next day I visited Rostam Aghala, an artist and photographer and
    the director of Zamwa, the city's leading art gallery. The building,
    tucked away in the Suleymania souk, is itself a work of art, an old
    stone structure from the end of World War I. Its threshold has an
    ornate beaten-copper jam, beyond which I found seven art-crammed
    rooms. The windows' multicolored panes let in a mottled, moody
    light. We chatted under a picture of Ibrahim Ahmed, the building's
    original owner and the father of Hero Talibani, wife of Iraqi President
    Jalal Talibani, who founded the institution in 1996. Paintings,
    photography and mixed-media montages were on the walls, while
    sculptures, plates and other plastic arts found floor or shelf space.

    Kurdistan's bloody history provided the inspiration for some
    pieces. The long oppression of Iraqi Kurds came to a head in the
    late 1980s when Saddam Hussein tried to wipe out Kurdistan during an
    ethnic purge.

    Other pieces celebrated village life or the beauty of Kurdish women.

    No Opera House

    Colors fell into two themes -- bright and kaleidoscopic and
    somewhat Cubist, or somber with earth tones, like a soldier's
    camouflage. Ceramics scattered on stands and shelves ranged from
    abstract figurines to plates with Assyrian symbols from Mesopotamian
    history.

    The sales manager, Dlshad Bahadin, said most of the works, representing
    about 130 artists, sold for about $300. Last year the gallery took
    in about $47,000, mostly from expatriate Kurds visiting from Europe.

    Aghala wasn't sure American occupation was good for Iraq's
    artists. "When the French invaded Egypt they built an opera house,"
    he said. "The U.S. Army could not introduce U.S. art and culture to
    Iraq's people."

    I, however, could bring Iraqi art back to the U.S. I bought a colorful
    painting of fish by Hesen Fetah for a mere $200. Bahadin helped me,
    showing me his own paintings, including an acrylic called "Paradise
    Tree," painted in a naive manner that reminded me of Australian
    Aboriginal art.

    Mesopotamian Relics

    You won't find any contemporary art at the Suleymania Museum, which
    concentrates on archeology and has become one of Iraq's most important
    museums for Mesopotamian relics since the pillaging of Baghdad's Iraqi
    National Museum. The sense of a living museum is at the Academy of
    Fine Arts, where 500 young people study painting, drawing, sculpture,
    ceramics and music.

    School was out when I visited, but the teachers were in, working
    in the quiet, dust-filled summertime classrooms. One teacher, the
    artist Saman Karem, 47, was painting an oversized canvas of mottled
    khaki-colored patches, reminding me of army uniforms.

    Karem told me any relation to war was unintended. He said Kurdistan's
    "stability and security give us more chance to show our art. Art
    needs stability."

    The Grandfather

    The last artist I met was the shy, frail Ismail Khayat, 63, whom fellow
    artists have dubbed the Grandfather of Kurdish Art and who is one of
    the few Kurdish artists with work in the National Museum's permanent
    collection. Sagging jowls frame his bushy moustache, giving him the
    look of a basset hound. Of his nickname he said, "I am thankful to
    all who call me this, but in terms of art and history and culture,
    I feel I am just starting."

    He said Saddam tried "not to shed light on Kurdish art on purpose,"
    due to ethnic discrimination and because artists tried "to oppose the
    regime in any way." He said Baghdad artists were now seeking refuge
    in Kurdistan but did not face the discrimination Kurds once felt in
    the capital.

    Khayat recently moved to studio space in a new U.S.-style suburban
    development on the city's edge, and his art was still packed in
    boxes. Rummaging through them, he found a mix of small canvases of
    birds and grotesque papier-mache masks that reminded me of South
    American carnival devils.

    He laid them out like cards, in patterns by faces and hues. The images
    were gruesome but colorful. Khayat explained that they represented the
    Anfal, Saddam's genocidal plan against the Kurds. Still, he did them in
    "colors that follow Kurds around, from folklore and women's clothes."

    S&M Club

    I later discovered that the masks he placed so casually on the floor
    sold for $800 apiece in New York's Pomegranate Gallery. With something
    like 50 objects at our fingertips, we were likely playing with the
    equivalent of the Zamwa gallery's annual sales.

    I had hoped to hang out in bohemian clubs but couldn't find any. So
    I spent my last night in the city's oddly named S&M club, a red and
    black bar in the newly opened Bowling Center. This is a three-story
    glass-and-neon extravaganza with bars, restaurants and a bowling
    alley. It's a Kurdish interpretation of U.S. life and the city's
    hottest nightspot.

    I went with Simko Ahmed, a Kurdish artist, and displaced friends
    from Baghdad. Bowling Center might have excited me in high school,
    but after five minutes I lost interest.

    What piqued my curiosity were the young women in traditional outfits,
    colorful displays of sequined and gold-threaded dresses, their necks
    adorned with heavy jewelry -- things Khayat had said inspired his art.

    The garish neon displays were no match for their handmade finery,
    proving neither war nor crude Americanization could diminish the
    culture and color of Suleymania.
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