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A Batak Beaded Food Cover & a Dayak Hat

16/1/2020

 
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There's a feeling you get, when you're looking through screeds of crappy shit on auction sites instead of doing something constructive/overdue and finally, you spot something weird, alluring and inexpensive amid the garbage.  It's not triumph- it's sleazier than that, a moment of ha ha, brain, you thought I was just being a lazy twat these last three hours, foolish organ!  Something venal and self-deceiving.  How Trump's kids must feel on a really good day, I suppose.

Anyway, I had this feeling a couple of weeks back when I spotted this large and incredibly beady conical item.  I didn't know what it was, exactly, but I did know that it was one of those awesome and poorly-described things that must be mine.  Lucky we still had double figures in our account!
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A notion plucked from some dingey mental crevice whispered that I'd seen something like it before, somewhere, and a wee bit of online poking yielded a result; this is a Batak food cover.  I know even less about Batak items than I do about the slightly more common Iban/Dayak group work, so I shall defer to someone who appears less of an ignoramus for the attribution (consult the link for a very similar example and more learned explanation).  
These amazing constructions are apparently prestige items brought out during marital and funerary feasts as part of the procession and presentation of expensive dishes.  I say are, but were is probably more apposite, given the decline of indigenous practise in southern Asia these days in the face of growing religious intolerance in many formerly tribal areas.  

On one level it is intensely depressing to find these beautiful heirloom pieces and know the incredible aesthetic traditions they represent are falling into redundancy.  But what can you do?  Collect and value them, I suppose, and try to attribute them correctly.  
I have a couple of actual Dayak sun hats (see one of them below) so I knew this probably wasn't the same thing when I spotted it.  They're much more lightly constructed and explicitly hattier than the Batak cover, even to my eye.
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Dayak artisans also seemed fond of working their beads into discrete panels that could be applied to and removed from the more organic basal objects as they wore out, which, as anyone who's ever beaded anything can tell you, is both shrewd and humane.
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In contrast, the tiny strings of Batak beads are couched, directly and almost individually (take a moment to think about the labour required here) to a walnut-hued rattan or split cane woven base.  The latter is surprisingly prosaic, with all the attention directed to the stunning floral and faunal motifs relevant to the family involved.  The beads are so densely-applied that it is impossible to discern the nature of the construction unless you examine the reverse, their busy mass relieved only by narrow lines of marine shells that demarcate the feature panels.  
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The cover is rigid and heavy, as you can probably imagine, and greasily lustrous.  

Beaded work can be hard to date definitively, possessing qualities that confound the usual indicators of age.  Old beads can look surprisingly modern because their pigments don't fade and vintage work can be repurposed and applied to contemporary pieces.  Some of the tiniest and indisputably earliest trade beads used in the oldest extant Indonesian/Malay pieces have been unpicked and incorporated into much later items.  And tropical usage can be hard on the underlying organic fibres, resulting in wear and patination that can overstate an item's antiquity.  So I personally take all bead-related age statements with a truck-sized grain of salt.

Who knows how old this cover is?  It is in excellent condition with no visible losses, but that is not too surprising since they were apparently heirloom items that were probably treated and stored accordingly.
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While my main source of info didn't speculate about the age of their piece, I'd say it's contemporaneous with mine.  The beads on this one may not have the shiny uniformity of the most modern production but they're not the eye-fucking glass minuscules of the earliest period, so I'll poop out a guesstimate of mid-20th C for this cover.  The hand-spun cotton thread securing the beads and scraps of hand-loomed plainweave cloth that once lined the reverse speak of a domestic situation still producing or acquiring these non-commercial materials, but it could be twenty years in either direction.  I know I say that about virtually everything I acquire but there's bugger-all literature out there to inform a bitch, so you're stuck with my shitty opinion.  There's not much evidence of any super-modern production of these; I'm pretty sure they're something old-skool nana made for the family and I'm not sure how many nanas of that vintage are still with us.

Dealers are pricing these covers out of our modest reach so it's gratifying to hear that they still turn up, misidentified, on Ebay occasionally where they represent a lot of ethnographic and artistic bang for your buck.  I bought this one from a lady who used to live in Malaysia and consider it one of the greatest bargains I've ever stumbled across.  

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