Times of the Islands Summer 2024

Presents the "soul of the Turks & Caicos Islands" with in-depth features about local people, culture, history, environment, real estate, businesses, resorts, restaurants and activities. Presents the "soul of the Turks & Caicos Islands" with in-depth features about local people, culture, history, environment, real estate, businesses, resorts, restaurants and activities.

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The beginnings—Bamboo Gallery On a grey, cold, and rainy afternoon in January 1990, I found myself amidst the familiar landscapes of Hamburg, Germany—my birth city. Only a month prior, I had relocated to the Turks & Caicos Islands. I had found a place to live on Providenciales, paid a deposit on a retail space for my art gallery, and navigated the labyrinth of bureaucracy inherent in an overseas move—establishing a bank account and applying for a work permit and business license, among other things. This brief return to Germany was to tie up loose ends, a seemingly simple task. Yet, in those days, the complexities of German bureaucracy made those of TCI appear a walk in the park. Ironically, today both have evolved into equally convoluted systems. Anyway, this was it. I was leaving Germany for good, after 11 years, heading back to the region of my childhood. On that dreary afternoon, when the phone pierced the silence it brought long-distance news from the Turks & Caicos Islands. “Titus,” came the voice of the local real estate agent, who, in a twist of fate, is now the Honourable Premier, “I regret to inform you that your business license application has been denied. But don’t worry, we’ll resolve this upon your return.” His words lingered as I hung up. A few weeks later, I found myself The art shows hosted by the Bamboo Gallery in the 1990s became synonymous with “must-attend,” showcasing local and quality Haitian art. Here, Titus de Boer stands with the late Phillip Outten, one of the local artists often showcased at the gallery. DENISE DE BOER Former Bamboo Gallery artists (from left) Patricia Moore, Dwight Outten, and Pamela Leach, with art promoter Titus de Boer at a recent reunion lunch in Providenciales. 40 www.timespub.tc

sitting in the business licensing office in Providenciales. “So, it’s a retail license you were denied?” a friendly and sympathetic official questioned. “What exactly is your intended business?” After I clarified that a fine arts gallery wasn’t akin to a typical retail shop, her gaze lifted, a smile curled, and she declared, “Alright, let’s categorise this one as miscellaneous.” With my “miscellaneous” business license and work permit in hand, the Bamboo Gallery threw open its doors in April 1990 at The Market Place. The ensuing 14 years were a symphony of bliss. The art business is my confessed love. It intertwined my days with not only intriguing, imaginative souls—the artists—but also with clients whose penchant for art made them a delight to interact with. The art shows hosted by the Bamboo Gallery in the 1990s became synonymous with “must-attend,” showcasing local and quality Haitian art, and as time unfurled, pieces from as far as Africa and South America were included. Ultimately, my persistent refusal to acknowledge the inevitable shift of business activity to the Grace Bay area led to the downfall of the Bamboo Gallery. By the time I recognised this transition, numerous other galleries had emerged, dominating the art scene with their “Grace Bay Beachscapes.” A change was imperative and so it was time to relinquish the Caicos and venture towards the Turks Islands. A new chapter—TDB Fine Arts In the spring of 2021, during a conversation with a friend in the nation’s capital the idea was casually suggested: “Why not open an art gallery on Grand Turk?” We were exchanging stories about how the pandemic had impacted our businesses; for me, the 2020 shutdown had been nothing short of devastating. It was time for a fresh start and the notion of re-entering the art business had been lingering in my mind. Between 2021 and 2023, I embarked on a journey to turn this idea into reality. I forged relationships with new artists, re-established connections with old ones, reached out to collectors and art publishers, and scouted for a location for the new gallery. By the summer of 2023, I thought that the perfect space for a gallery had been found, a spacious gallery that could effortlessly host anywhere between 50 to 80 masterpieces at any given moment. The location, while not a masterpiece itself, appeared sufficiently promising and so I set my sights on an opening slated for November 1, 2023. But as the legendary John Lennon once quipped, “Life Dwight Outten and Titus de Boer share a light moment critiquing the artist’s “Caicos Chronicles” series. is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” And indeed, life had quite the comedic plot twist in store for our Grand Turk gallery. Just when we were ready to unveil our creation, life chortled and threw us a googly (a curveball for non-cricketers) that would make any seasoned bowler jealous. Not only had the lease conditions for our chosen venue gone from “fair” to “suboptimal,” but it turned out that our unit was as mouldy as a fine wedge of Roquefort cheese. A quick reality check forced us into an artful escape act—we needed a new location, and we needed it yesterday. When life throws you a googly, staying optimistic becomes a challenge. The simple fact was that we found ourselves in a situation where we had a collection of paintings ready to go on walls but no gallery space to call our own. To provide context to those unfamiliar with the nation’s capital, retail space isn’t exactly abundant here, a fact confirmed by calls to several friends and associates. Then one morning as I engaged in a casual conversation with an acquaintance in Grand Turk, he turned to me and suggested, “Why don’t you consider moving into the museum? We have a small space in there that could be perfect for showcasing art—though I must warn you it is Times of the Islands Summer 2024 41

sitting in <strong>the</strong> business licensing <strong>of</strong>fice in Providenciales.<br />

“So, it’s a retail license you were denied?” a friendly and<br />

sympa<strong>the</strong>tic <strong>of</strong>ficial questioned. “What exactly is your<br />

intended business?” After I clarified that a fine arts gallery<br />

wasn’t akin to a typical retail shop, her gaze lifted, a<br />

smile curled, and she declared, “Alright, let’s categorise<br />

this one as miscellaneous.”<br />

With my “miscellaneous” business license and work<br />

permit in hand, <strong>the</strong> Bamboo Gallery threw open its<br />

doors in April 1990 at The Market Place. The ensuing<br />

14 years were a symphony <strong>of</strong> bliss. The art business is<br />

my confessed love. It intertwined my days with not only<br />

intriguing, imaginative souls—<strong>the</strong> artists—but also with<br />

clients whose penchant for art made <strong>the</strong>m a delight<br />

to interact with. The art shows hosted by <strong>the</strong> Bamboo<br />

Gallery in <strong>the</strong> 1990s became synonymous with “must-attend,”<br />

showcasing local and quality Haitian art, and as<br />

time unfurled, pieces from as far as Africa and South<br />

America were included.<br />

Ultimately, my persistent refusal to acknowledge <strong>the</strong><br />

inevitable shift <strong>of</strong> business activity to <strong>the</strong> Grace Bay area<br />

led to <strong>the</strong> downfall <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Bamboo Gallery. By <strong>the</strong> time I<br />

recognised this transition, numerous o<strong>the</strong>r galleries had<br />

emerged, dominating <strong>the</strong> art scene with <strong>the</strong>ir “Grace Bay<br />

Beachscapes.” A change was imperative and so it was<br />

time to relinquish <strong>the</strong> Caicos and venture towards <strong>the</strong><br />

Turks <strong>Islands</strong>.<br />

A new chapter—TDB Fine Arts<br />

In <strong>the</strong> spring <strong>of</strong> 2021, during a conversation with a<br />

friend in <strong>the</strong> nation’s capital <strong>the</strong> idea was casually suggested:<br />

“Why not open an art gallery on Grand Turk?” We<br />

were exchanging stories about how <strong>the</strong> pandemic had<br />

impacted our businesses; for me, <strong>the</strong> 2020 shutdown had<br />

been nothing short <strong>of</strong> devastating. It was time for a fresh<br />

start and <strong>the</strong> notion <strong>of</strong> re-entering <strong>the</strong> art business had<br />

been lingering in my mind. Between 2021 and 2023, I<br />

embarked on a journey to turn this idea into reality. I<br />

forged relationships with new artists, re-established connections<br />

with old ones, reached out to collectors and art<br />

publishers, and scouted for a location for <strong>the</strong> new gallery.<br />

By <strong>the</strong> summer <strong>of</strong> 2023, I thought that <strong>the</strong> perfect<br />

space for a gallery had been found, a spacious gallery<br />

that could effortlessly host anywhere between 50 to 80<br />

masterpieces at any given moment. The location, while<br />

not a masterpiece itself, appeared sufficiently promising<br />

and so I set my sights on an opening slated for November<br />

1, 2023.<br />

But as <strong>the</strong> legendary John Lennon once quipped, “Life<br />

Dwight Outten and Titus de Boer share a light moment critiquing <strong>the</strong><br />

artist’s “Caicos Chronicles” series.<br />

is what happens while you are busy making o<strong>the</strong>r plans.”<br />

And indeed, life had quite <strong>the</strong> comedic plot twist in store<br />

for our Grand Turk gallery. Just when we were ready to<br />

unveil our creation, life chortled and threw us a googly<br />

(a curveball for non-cricketers) that would make any seasoned<br />

bowler jealous. Not only had <strong>the</strong> lease conditions<br />

for our chosen venue gone from “fair” to “suboptimal,”<br />

but it turned out that our unit was as mouldy as a fine<br />

wedge <strong>of</strong> Roquefort cheese. A quick reality check forced<br />

us into an artful escape act—we needed a new location,<br />

and we needed it yesterday.<br />

When life throws you a googly, staying optimistic<br />

becomes a challenge. The simple fact was that we found<br />

ourselves in a situation where we had a collection <strong>of</strong><br />

paintings ready to go on walls but no gallery space to call<br />

our own. To provide context to those unfamiliar with <strong>the</strong><br />

nation’s capital, retail space isn’t exactly abundant here,<br />

a fact confirmed by calls to several friends and associates.<br />

Then one morning as I engaged in a casual conversation<br />

with an acquaintance in Grand Turk, he turned to me<br />

and suggested, “Why don’t you consider moving into <strong>the</strong><br />

museum? We have a small space in <strong>the</strong>re that could be<br />

perfect for showcasing art—though I must warn you it is<br />

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