Koyo Kouoh, prominent art world figure, is dead at 57

The Venice Biennale is arguably the art world's most important event. Staged every two years since 1895, it always includes a large-scale group show, organized by the curator, alongside dozens of national pavilions, organized independently.
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Next year's exhibition is scheduled to run from May 9 through Nov. 22.
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As the curator and executive director of Zeitz MOCAA, one of Africa's largest contemporary art museums, Ms. Kouoh built a global reputation as a torchbearer for artists of color from Africa and elsewhere, although her interests were global in reach. 'I'm an international curator,' she said in December in an interview with the The New York Times.
When she arrived at Zeitz MOCAA in 2019, the museum was struggling, run by an interim director, Azu Nwagbogu. Its founding director, Mark Coetzee, had resigned amid allegations that he harassed members of his staff.
'The museum was in crisis when Koyo came on, subsequently compounded by the pandemic' Storm Janse van Renseburg, who was then a senior curator at Zeitz MOCAA, said in a 2023 interview. 'She brought it back to life.'
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Artist Igshaan Adams, who held a residency position at the museum for eight months during Ms. Kouoh's tenure, said she had changed the way the local community felt about Zeitz MOCAA. 'She made me, us, care again about the museum,' he said. It was the first time, Adams said, that he had experienced a real public engagement 'with people who look like me and speak like me.'
Ms. Kouoh staged several acclaimed shows, including a Tracey Rose retrospective that last year transferred to the Queens Museum in New York and 'When We See Us: A Century of Black Figuration in Painting,' a retrospective of work by some 120 Black artists that in February opened at Brussels' Center for Fine Arts, known as Bozar. It will be on view there until Aug. 10.
Emily LaBarge, in a review of 'When We See Us' for the Times, wrote that Ms. Kouoh's curatorial approach had a 'sophisticated breadth' that was 'both aesthetic and art historical, painterly and political.'
Ms. Kouoh said frequently in interviews that she never expected to become an art world figure. She was born in Cameroon on Dec. 24, 1967, and grew up in Douala, the country's largest city and economic capital, before moving at age 13 to Switzerland, where she eventually studied business administration and banking and worked with migrant women as a social worker.
The turning point in her career came in her mid-20s, when she became a mother. 'I couldn't imagine raising a Black boy in Europe,' Ms. Kouoh said in the 2023 interview. In 1995, she moved to Dakar, Senegal, 'to explore new frontiers and spaces,' and after working as an independent curator for several years, she founded Raw Material, an artist residency program that later expanded to include an exhibition space, a library, and an academy that offered a mentoring program for young art professionals.
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'I thought it was amazing that she was not just a curator but an institution builder,' Oluremi C. Onabanjo, an associate curator of photography at the Museum of Modern Art, said in a 2023 interview. 'A global thinker, rooted in Africa.' She added that Ms. Kouoh 'enlivened and expanded a sense of possibility for a generation of African curators across the globe.'
While based in Dakar, Ms. Kouoh expanded her reputation as a forceful, visionary voice on the contemporary art scene. She worked on the curatorial teams for Documenta 12 and 13 and curated the educational and artistic program of the 1-54 Contemporary African Art Fair, the Irish Contemporary Art Biennale in 2016, and other international exhibitions.
Touria El Glaoui, the founding director of 1-54, said in an interview that Ms. Kouoh was 'the most important curator of artists from the African continent,' adding, 'She gave voice to so many talents.'
In the 2023 interview, Ms. Kouoh said that she had initially rejected the idea of taking on the directorship of Zeitz MOCAA. But after conversations with Black colleagues, she said, there was 'a feeling that we cannot let this fail. We don't have anything else like this on the continent.'
Throughout her career, she pushed to bring African artists to a world that had long either ignored them or typecast them. 'I am part of that generation of African art professionals who have pride and knowledge about the beauty of African culture, which has often been defined by others in so many wrong ways,' she said in the same interview.
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'I don't believe we need to spend time correcting those narratives,' she added. 'We need to inscribe other perspectives.'
According to the Guardian, she leaves her husband, Philippe Mall, her son, Djibril, and by her mother, Agnes, and stepfather, Anton.
Ms. Kouoh was a mentor to artists and curators all over the world, 'championing people and ideas that she knew to be important,' said Kate Fowle, the director of the Arts Program for the Hearthland Foundation, an organization supporting democracy and collaboration that was founded by Kate Capshaw and Steven Spielberg in 2019.
Her appointment as the curator of the 2026 Venice Biennale was welcomed by the art community. 'She was remarkably deserving,' said Adrienne Edward, the senior curator and associate director of curatorial programs at the Museum of American Art in New York. She added that it was Ms. Kouoh's 'unique ability to be grounded in a place, in herself, in artists -- her ethical rootedness -- which profoundly and specifically contoured her exhibition making.'
Speaking to the Times after the announcement of her appointment, Ms. Kouoh said she wanted to create a show that 'really speaks to our times,' adding that she was an artist-centered curator. 'The artists will define where we go,' she said.
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