RE: PÚBLICA is José Damasceno’s third exhibition at Thomas Dane Gallery, and his first exhibition in the UK since Plot, his Artangel commission of 2014.
Entirely blacking out the windows of the gallery, Damasceno completely encloses the space from the world. Approaching from the street the gallery seems closed, but for a small arched mouse- hole ellipse cut from the blackout in the bottom corner of the front window, the only perceivable invitation in. Damasceno forces us (in mind if not in body) to enter his world through this curious aperture, and – as Alice down the rabbit-hole – our perceptions begin to shift. Once inside, the chink of light from the window suggests the gallery as a kind of giant camera obscura or even a magic lantern, filtering the outside world and projecting it in to the gallery.
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Dominating the space are three giant billposters, each of the symbolic face of The Republic (República) cropped from the Brazilian Real banknotes. Her normally emotionless, stony eyes in each poster have been drawn in by hand such that she has now awakened and looks anxiously over her shoulder. This triptych of images originally appeared last year on the streets of Damasceno’s home town of Rio de Janeiro and also in São Paulo and Belo Horizonte. The artist pasting a number of them around the city streets amongst the advertisements and political fly-posters pasted to building hoardings and empty shop-fronts. Her anxiety seems ambiguous: a shifting global politics (especially in Damasceno’s native Brazil), something else in the world she is now able to see, or perhaps something inside herself.
Across from República the slide keys of 48-channel mixing desk carved from stone stretch across the opposite wall. There is a sense of synaesthesia in Damasceno’s materials, here we begin to see or imagine what it would be to touch sound. From a dance turned to stone (Dance Floor (Step by Step), 2006) or hammers into music (Soundtrack, 2002) Damasceno delights in these often surreal or contradictory substitutions that draws on the intuitive essence of materials.
From República and mixing desks Damasceno turns our attention to Twiggy. More precisely a photograph of the 60s star looking typically aloof in a London sound-studio. The echo of her iconic eyes and the mixing desk create a formal, if somewhat unusual, bridge to this new starting point. At first appearance, the image seems familiar or at least recognisable, though we sense that nothing is what is seems. The photograph is of a painting, which in turn has been made as a copy of a photograph (in fact, the original photograph was serendipitously found in a thrift store close to Damasceno’s studio in Rio, but taken and printed at the time in London). In returning this image home, via the tradition of Brazilian film poster painting, Damasceno filters our perception of the image and imbues it with virtually unseen idiosyncrasies.
Statues continue to echo through the rest of the exhibition. The seemingly allegorical works composed of combinations of found and made models of animals suggest a type of surreal story- telling. A hedgehog, perhaps whose front door we saw on the way into the gallery, emerging from a glass tunnel. A wall-dwelling dog and a floor-dwelling horse contemplate each other across the different planes of their intersecting worlds. In Damasceno’s world we encounter real, concrete objects; however, what we were sure of when we began to look them is quickly eroded as their concrete form dissolves into a myriad of imaginative meanings and projections.