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Hélio Oiticica: ‘Penetrables’ Galerie Lelong 528 West 26th Street 212-315-0470, galerielelong.com Courtesy Projecto Hélio Oiticica, Rio de Janeiro, and Galerie Lelong Art “The movie is funny, no question.” -INDIEWIRE villagevoice.com | Voice choices EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS WILL ARNETT, JASON BATEMAN, AND BEN SILVERMAN | Extra good if you’re a little thirsty: Penetrável Filtro WRITTEN BY JEREMY CHILNICK & MORGAN SPURLOCK DIRECTED BY MORGAN SPURLOCK Art | TheaTer | Dance | Books | eaTs | Bars | Film | music | ® Get Juiced Voyage into a maze by the inventor of Tropicália B BY BEN DAVIS razilian art-wizard Hélio Oiticica (1937 to 1980) was a rough con-temporary of conceptual art, but his increasingly highly prized body of work has a funky magic all its own, well in evidence in Galerie Lelong’s rare, spare presentation of three of his pioneering art environments (including his very first such work, from 1960). They are well worth exploring—and not just because there’s a free glass of orange juice in it for you, either. Oiticica hailed from a line of privileged lefty intellectuals: His father was an early experimental photographer, his grand-father a celebrated anarchist professor. The ’60s were a storm-tossed time for Brazil, with a brutal military dictatorship grabbing power in 1964. It was against a background of democratic energy both thwarted and aggrieved that Oiticica would come to invest phenomenal significance in the then-novel notion of interactive art. Writing in 1966, he declared that his art, designed to empower the viewer, struck “against everything that is op-pressive, socially and individually—all the fixed and decadent forms of govern-ment, of reigning social structures.” In essence, Oiticica turned his mind to tapping the popular energy of Brazil’s car-nival culture. The result was art meant to be worn (his cape-like “Parangolés”), handled (his box-like “Bolides”), or walked through (his “Penetrables,” the proto-installations that are the subject of the current show). Strange as these political pretensions seemed, in the ’60s they gained unexpected credibility. Oiticica named an environment full of colors, plants, and parrots, shown in Rio in 1967, Tropicália . The term caught on. The name of the art piece provided a handy label for a whole movement in Brazilian popular culture, dedicated to self-conscious native cultural innovation (showcased, not so long ago, at the Bronx Museum). MANSOMETHEMOVIE.COM That cultural movement, in turn, took on some serious countercultural force CITY CINEMAS in oppressed Brazil, particularly in its ANGELIKA FILM CENTER COR. OF HOUSTON & MERCER STS. musical incarnation, where it became TH 800.FANDANGO #2707 a vent for discontent. The dictatorship WWW.ANGELIKAFILMCENTER.COM responded by promptly jailing Trop-icália’s musical leaders. Oiticica packed bags for London and then New York. Writing as its founding father, the art-ist would spill a lot of ink trying to defend Tropicália’s critical potential. The powers-MAN020_mansome_4.314x5.42_Villvoice.indd 1 that-be quickly strip-mined what was left of the style, turning the term into a catch-all name for anything that proudly proclaimed symbols of Brazil: “The glori-fication of the bananas,” Oiticica sniffed. Somewhere there was a lesson: The man who had championed artistic interaction as political redemption now had to face what it meant to have one of his creations used in a way he didn’t approve of. STARTS FRIDAY, MAY 18 Q&A WITH MORGAN SPURLOCK FOLLOWING THE PRIME EVENING SHOW ON FRIDAY! 5/11/12 4:37 PM The ’60s were a storm-tossed time for Brazil. Which brings us to the star attrac-tion of the Lelong show, the re-creation of Penetrável Filtro (1972), a winding wooden maze. Entering the structure, you walk through successive sections, each defined by hanging curtains of colored plastic, so that you pass physi-cally through the rainbow: yellow, green, blue, and so on. The experience of being immersed in colored light conveys an earthy optimism. Turn the final corner, and you come upon a tank of orange juice. There, you are invited to drink the final color, completing the experience. Oiticica called this particular work, made in the wake of the mercurial rise and fall of the Tropicália movement, a “multimedia parody.” I like to imagine that it was meant as more than just a pleas-ant experience, as something like a sly joke from a man who had seen his legacy converted into images of luscious fruit. 21 Village Voice M ay 16–M ay 22 , 2012

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Hélio Oiticica: ‘Penetrables’<br /> <br /> Get Juiced <br /> <br /> Voyage into a maze by the inventor of Tropicália<br /> <br /> Brazilian art-wizard Hélio Oiticica (1937 to 1980) was a rough contemporary of conceptual art, but his increasingly highly prized body of work has a funky magic all its own, well in evidence in Galerie Lelong’s rare, spare presentation of three of his pioneering art environments (including his very first such work, from 1960). They are well worth exploring—and not just because there’s a free glass of orange juice in it for you, either.<br /> <br /> Oiticica hailed from a line of privileged lefty intellectuals: His father was an early experimental photographer, his grandfather a celebrated anarchist professor. The ’60s were a storm-tossed time for Brazil, with a brutal military dictatorship grabbing power in 1964. It was against a background of democratic energy both thwarted and aggrieved that Oiticica would come to invest phenomenal significance in the then-novel notion of interactive art. Writing in 1966, he declared that his art, designed to empower the viewer, struck “against everything that is oppressive, socially and individually—all the fixed and decadent forms of government, of reigning social structures.” <br /> <br /> In essence, Oiticica turned his mind to tapping the popular energy of Brazil’s carnival culture. The result was art meant to be worn (his cape-like “Parangolés”), handled (his box-like “Bolides”), or walked through (his “Penetrables,” the proto-installations that are the subject of the current show).<br /> <br /> Strange as these political pretensions seemed, in the ’60s they gained unexpected credibility. Oiticica named an environment full of colors, plants, and parrots, shown in Rio in 1967, Tropicália. The term caught on. The name of the art piece provided a handy label for a whole movement in Brazilian popular culture, dedicated to self-conscious native cultural innovation (showcased, not so long ago, at the Bronx Museum). That cultural movement, in turn, took on some serious countercultural force in oppressed Brazil, particularly in its musical incarnation, where it became a vent for discontent. The dictatorship responded by promptly jailing Tropicália’s musical leaders. Oiticica packed bags for London and then New York.<br /> <br /> Writing as its founding father, the artist would spill a lot of ink trying to defend Tropicália’s critical potential. The powers that- be quickly strip-mined what was left of the style, turning the term into a catch-all name for anything that proudly proclaimed symbols of Brazil: “The glorification of the bananas,” Oiticica sniffed. Somewhere there was a lesson: The man who had championed artistic interaction as political redemption now had to face what it meant to have one of his creations used in a way he didn’t approve of.<br /> <br /> Which brings us to the star attraction of the Lelong show, the re-creation of Penetrável Filtro (1972), a winding wooden maze. Entering the structure, you walk through successive sections, each defined by hanging curtains of colored plastic, so that you pass physically through the rainbow: yellow, green, blue, and so on. The experience of being immersed in colored light conveys an earthy optimism. Turn the final corner, and you come upon a tank of orange juice. There, you are invited to drink the final color, completing the experience.<br /> <br /> Oiticica called this particular work, made in the wake of the mercurial rise and fall of the Tropicália movement, a “multimedia parody.” I like to imagine that it was meant as more than just a pleasant experience, as something like a sly joke from a man who had seen his legacy converted into images of luscious fruit.

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