Sunday, October 3, 2010

Ernersto Neto: an overview


I'm always obsessing over those Brazilian artists who are not under the spotlight over here... No red carpets for them to walk on. How luckily for them, I append. No nutty fans entreating autographs or pictures with them. No massive recognition for their tantalizing artwork. There will be, at most, some proparoxytone-moonstruck piercing the dawn "in company with…any taciturnity, or turmoil inside" while hallucinating, rambling on/away, loving, and drawing, deliciously drawing upon these artists' works to uninvent themselves… ha, as lunatics? – it is what it is!
To make myself eventually clearer, and descending into this or that "spectacular-looking" detail, these artists – that's what I was saying – often walk down Brazilian streets without raising any frenzy acclaim, even if achieving international acclaim for their talent, their master pieces, their sensibility to encapsulate and depict and plunge into and enthrall life's motion so tuned to fine, or just non-adjusted forms, sounds, images, shades, words, silence(s), style(s), tones and tunes – ah, the tum-tums – and whatever. 
The major audience (oh, how I loathe this verbiage, "major audience") need to turn their attention to something else. They need to divert their attention from important questions or deep thoughts on reality (which are strongly sparked by reasonable and wise art) because they are not supposed to pay attention to what is really going on around them... That's a way to keep them distracted and controlled, after all, and once and for all... So that… kaboom! They (will…always?) vibrate with the meaningless, clown-hackneyed, dunderhead music, literature, cinema, photography, and paintings, books, songs, plays, not to mention those horrid everyday-broadcasting soap operas, and TV shows (which have become more and more popular over the years)...
Of course there's a logic behind it. "There's even a compelling moral principle behind it!" A specialized class in Brazil (according to the terms of Noam Chomsky) is allowed to say to the major audience, "We want to be your leader," "You, the general public, are only supposed to become spectators in action, but not participants…" There's no secret that… Ok, no secret, let's just slip away from other clichés…
The compelling moral principle behind this strategic-smarmy, hideous logic? Well, the mass of the public who access the means of communication everyday-blatant "trickfrauds" concerning art, culture, politics, social environment and so forth, or those just getting hold of these frauds from the yellow press in Brazil are just too stupid to (be able to) understand things, so they are told to go with the flow... Ha! What a discourse, I am profoundly touched! Ideologies being instilled in people's mind, is it just simple like that? Ah, of course…the "flow" so stands for – and even encompasses with much enthusiasm – what the means of communication want to diffuse through – that's the spectacle we unfortunately are indoctrinated in… Voilà la carte, que voulez-vous?  
Private interest pays for... Media distort, we abide! Much more than a strategy to attune life's motion to this or that ideological guideline, it's, moreover, a powerful way to make people pulse in synchrony clap-clap, tick-tack, clap-tack, tock-tock, and once more, uuuhhhhuuuu! – as though they always share the same beliefs or have the same interests...
This logic has ever spread throughout my country long ago. And I know, you know, we all know that it has reverberated all over the world... 
But let us try, at least for a moment (and as far as we get)… what, get out of this game? Let us look around… irrespective of how difficult or far away it may be? Ha, I can no longer know how further…how longer…how-how-how! Oh, before you, reader, think I'm exasperating myself, or some kind, let me just insert a rueful smile herein… Iconoclast perhaps, but I'm not that relentless in my penchant for…whatever, whatever…
What I really mean is but a dream within a dream: there are so, and so, and so many Brazilian artists who are really doing a great work... Oh-oh… I'm being over-eloquent! Sorry? Trite-trite-trite, poor trite words of mine… Ok. This space is just to spark the interest of others with no presumptuously myopia-self-conceit... Wow! I'm now more-than-over whatever… Ok. To get to the point of something better, this is a blog to provoke, suggest, point out, like and dislike, river things in and out, shrug off, bring out, stumble into a myriads of nonsensical frames that may have any sense, exchange, whatsoever… regarding a less hackneyed, at least, standpoint... Why am I saying that? If is it to flatter myself, or you that we are this, we are that…spectacular? No-nã-nã, I promise! I was just honestly wondering about a conversation I had with a fine scholar last week… I mean, with the very finest scholar! Which, "the conversation itself," has dazzled me with a very strong will to re-read all my Benjamin, Jameson, Said, and of course, Chomsky's books… For nothing, perhaps… Or for the most enthralling reason-everything! Who knows… I do, I do, I do…
Ok. So, let us just… experiment with another great Brazilian artist? Much seriously now, truly, ERNESTO NETO's works are a great delight. And in the best significance for this word, "delight". He is sensitive, an experimentalist artist; he inquirers (into and after), he explores new materials and techniques; also, he is into a vast range of subjects, he interacts with other language-speeches... The most important thing: he does not lead the audience to ready-made view vision(s)...
The post below: an interview with this artist. 
Art & Chaos, everybody-you! And thanks (for evermore and evermore): your coming-over, and reading, and commenting, and being-here with are much appreciated, always!
Tim-tim!


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