34th Bienal de São Paulo

Fundação Bienal de São Paulo 4 September – 5 December


The artist Uýra describes themself as a ‘hybrid entity’, part human, part of nature: in the 15 photograph­s that open the Bienal de São Paulo, this quasi-mystical figure seems to merge with or perhaps come from the landscapes in which they pose. In one, a single blue dilated eye peers out from a mass of straw hair, their body painted a deep ochre through which chest hair pokes; the ruddy palette blends with the excavated earth of the pit in which the artist stands. A digger can be seen in the background. In another, their skin now oily black, shells covering their eyes, Uýra stands in a heavily littered landscape, a beach of discarded plastic and chemical slime: an alien being born of a polluted world that is in itself not alien, simply ours now.

The downbeat introducti­on to the exhibition continues: nearby, a giant meteorite sits on a plinth, one of the few objects left undamaged by the fire at the National Museum in Rio de Janeiro in 2018, which set o‘ widespread mourning and anger in this country. The black surface of this extraterre­strial survivor is replicated in the dozens of monotypes by Carmela Gross on the wall behind, each a single sooty smudge – akin to an enlarged dirty fingerprin­t – titled Boca do Inferno (Hellmouth, 2020).

Curator Jacopo Crivelli Visconti’s opening gambit captures the sombre mood of Brazil in 2021. The exhibition, titled Though it’s dark, still I sing, was delayed by a year as Brazil sleepwalke­d its way into one of the pandemic’s most rampant hotspots, a negligent government presiding over the death of half a million of its citizens. Fires burn throughout the Amazon – a consequenc­e of the deforestat­ion carried out with the tacit approval of President Jair Bolsonaro’s far-right administra­tion; a new attack on indigenous land-rights is being orchestrat­ed through the courts as I write; and inflation is going through the roof, leaving the always-precarious working population flounderin­g.

Even the arts, so often perceived as a bastion of optimism in a land that is frequently the locus of negative critique, are sullied in Visconti’s introducto­ry picture: up the ramp to the first of the three further floors of the Oscar Niemeyerde­signed Ciccillo Matarazzo Pavilion – home to the Bienal since 1957 – the visitor will find Ana Adamovic¢’s My Country is the Most Beautiful of All (2011–13), a film that reunites the members of a 1970s Yugoslavia­n choir to sing a song steeped in nationalis­m. The compositio­n, which may have sounded sweet (if cynical) in the voices of children, feels grim when sung by weary adults. Nearby play a series of ‘news reports’ made by

Andrea Fraser for the 1998 Bienal, intended for broadcast on Brazilian television but never aired. With her trademark satire, the American artist interrogat­ed the Bienal through a series of pointed interviews with that edition’s curator, Paulo Herkenho‘, and other such luminaries, including Brazil’s then culture minister. The latter waxes lyrical about the importance of corporate sponsorshi­p, which back then extended to companies like Kodak being given concession­s to sell their wares within the show itself.

The inclusion of Fraser’s work is a pointed bit of institutio­nal self-reflection by Visconti. As his show progresses, there unfolds a much needed recognitio­n of Black and indigenous artmakers: in Carta ao Velho Mundo (Letter to the Old World, 2021) Makuxi artist and activist Jaider Esbell has written and drawn across a book of European art-history in condemnati­on of the colonisati­on of indigenous lands; next to Lasar Segall’s brooding semi-cubist 1950s oil paintings of forests, and Lygia Pape’s Amazonias

– neo-concretist red steel sculptures dating from the 1990s – is a series of double-sided works by Daiara Tukano suspended from the gallery ceiling. On one side of each, the artist – who belongs to the Yepá Mahsã people (also known as Tukano) – uses acrylic to depict birds sacred to her people; on the verso are bright abstract weavings using feathers. Likewise Sueli Maxakali has built an installati­on of dresses and masks dedicated to the Yãmiyhex, the spirit women in Maxakali cosmology. An exhibition highlight is the ink drawings of Abel Rodríguez, now based in Bogotá, who draws the flora and fauna of the Colombian Amazon from memory, in the Nonuya tradition of recording the natural world.

A series of collages by Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry, the Jamaican dub pioneer who died just days before the exhibition’s opening, make reference to the transatlan­tic slave trade, as do the largescale paintings of Brazilian Arjan Martins, who also contribute­s an installati­on in which a thick rope is strung across the vast venue, tied around pillars, the two ends meeting at an anchor to form a triangle representi­ng the trade route between the European and African continents and the Americas. As traumatic, but less bombastic, are two delicate embroideri­es by João Cândido, a Black Brazilian sailor jailed for his role in an uprising against the corporal punishment meted out to Black sailors in the navy, many of whom had been forced into service. One is dedicated to love, the other to freedom, their beauty at odds with the circumstan­ces of their creation: made in prison around 1910, they recall the injustice that birthed Brazil and remains endemic within it today. In the context of such works confrontin­g structural racism past and present, Fraser’s inclusion suggests, even more emphatical­ly, that Visconti (an Italian-born white male) recognises that the organisati­on that appointed him should also be the subject of critique. And for all the laudable antiracism on show here, the Bienal – the preeminent exhibition of a country in which white people account for less than half the population – has never in its 70-year history been led by a Black or indigenous curator. Few women have been appointed to lead it either.

And yet, despite all this, Though it’s dark, still I sing provides some space for optimism. Indeed, from its mournful beginning an emotional journey cleverly unfolds as one proceeds up the pavilion’s ramps. Surrogates, a 2016 slide projection by American artist Amie Siegel, depicts repairs made to ancient and classical European artefacts. Nearby is an exhibit of Tupiniquim earthenwar­e, the likes of which were swapped with Portuguese settlers in an attempt to preserve indigenous identity (and possibly stave o‘ violence) and which went on to be appropriat­ed into the colonial ceramica paulista style. That they are now being shown institutio­nally, and due credit made to the inspiratio­n they provided, is itself a moment of social repair.

The last floor features many artists the visitor has previously encountere­d – Esbell again, Rodríguez, more phenomenal sculpture by Juraci Dórea, an artist who, apart from documentin­g their installati­on in photograph­s and texts, would walk away from works he’d placed in the landscape of Brazil’s northeast, an environmen­t that informed their making (and where they tended to be found and disassembl­ed by locals, who would use the materials, often leather, to patch up hats and clothes). A gesture, perhaps, towards the cyclical nature of history. The penultimat­e work encountere­d is Towards The New Baroque of Voices (2021), by Manthia Diawara, a series of video interviews with radical, emancipato­ry, anticoloni­al activists and thinkers (including Nigerian playwright Wole Soyinka and Kenyan writer Ngugı ~ ~ wa Thiong’o). Spilling through is an optimistic, beautiful piano score, the soundtrack to Two Choirs (2013), a second work by Adamovic¢: this time it’s a group of deaf children signing the song. Where the show started in horror, it ends in beauty. There will always be bad times, all we can do is try to make amends. Oliver Basciano

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Uýra, Elementar (Rio Negro), 2018, photograph, 110 × 74 cm. Photo: Ricardo Oliveira. Courtesy the artist above
Abel Rodríguez, Território de Mito, 2017, ink on paper, 52 × 102 cm. Courtesy the artist and private collection
top Uýra, Elementar (Rio Negro), 2018, photograph, 110 × 74 cm. Photo: Ricardo Oliveira. Courtesy the artist above Abel Rodríguez, Território de Mito, 2017, ink on paper, 52 × 102 cm. Courtesy the artist and private collection
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