Tunga
Galerie Luisa Strina and Galeria Milan, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Tunga’s work is ultimately ungraspable. No matter how studiously and diligently you try, you can’t seize it or hold it firmly and entirely in your hands or mind. The work lures and deceives, slipping through your fingers, falling through the cracks, setting up tricks and traps. It is circular and labyrinthine, visual and literary; it pours, flows, bursts, explodes, hides and reveals itself; digs out new and old meanings, sustains and grounds itself on true and false facts and evidences. Having understood and accepted these a priori conceptual and structural underpinnings, the work demands an approach which traces critical and poetic paths and points of contact and friction. In this respect, it is copious and generous.
The Rio de Janeiro-based artist’s last solo show in São Paulo, ‘Lúcido Nigredo’, took place in two galleries. The title is, not surprisingly, enigmatic. Enigma is a key concept for Tunga, which he employs not in order to hide or disguise meaning, but to create a space where certainty is constantly resisted. The expression Lúcido Nigredo references ‘lucid’, evokes segredo (the Portuguese word for secret) and negro (the Portuguese word for black); it sounds like a first and last proper name or a strange chemical composition and links the colour and not-colour scheme (black and transparent glass) that dominates both shows.
At Galeria Luisa Strina, eight sculptures made of blown glass goblets, bottles and pieces of magnets and iron were placed on separate pedestals. Tunga arranged the bottles in pairs, sometimes inserting a goblet between them. Magnets and pieces of iron were again arranged inside and around the objects, creating small naturezas-mortas (literally ‘dead natures’, the Portuguese expression for still life) in permanent tension and friction. The pieces look and feel strange: entangled, precarious. Despite their chromatic reduction, they have a Baroque, alchemic quality and are fascinating to look at - you feel like a kid discovering a fabulous animal or plant, staring at it, wanting to touch it and at the same time afraid of it.
The strangely beautiful is also present at Galeria Milan, where a more ambitious work was installed. Tunga covered the gallery floors with glass, black pieces of iron, crystal, thread, felt, magnets and plastic beads. Precariousness and the Baroque appeared as if the spectator had stepped inside one of Tunga’s bottles, enlarged to gallery-size and rendered white-cubish. Here the viewer encountered another of the artist’s conceptual interests: danger. Walking on the work, the sheets of glass could shatter and although you’re most likely to be protected by shoes and soles, you still felt uneasy. The galleries played with scale, but also with media: Tunga’s work travelled between pedestal supported sculptures to installation and performance. In the end, you couldn’t help but become part of the work.
Adriano Pedrosa
