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A small tower / uma pequena torre / ARRANHANDO A SUPERFICIE / SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

 a large small huge mountain to climb

a large small huge mountain to climb

Por Reinaldo Azevedo

Leiam “Arranhando a Superfície”, de Gerald Thomas

Já está nas livrarias “Arranhando a Superfície” de Gerald Thomas, da Editora Cobogo. Ainda não vi o livro, mas me dizem que está uma maravilha. Abaixo, segue um texto de Luiz Felipe Reis, publicado no Globo, que traz informações importantes a respeito. Vale a pena ler.

Desenhos e ilustrações reunidas em livro evidenciam um artista visual de primeira linha

Aos 10 anos Gerald Thomas passou de fase e deixou de ser visto como criança. Levado pelos pais ao ateliê livre que Ivan Serpa (1923-1973) dirigia no Museu de Arte Moderna do Rio, o menino chamou a atenção do mestre, que decidiu tirá-lo dali e levá-lo para um lugar mais apropriado: um muquifo alugado numa obscura galeria de Copacabana. Era ali que Serpa se reunia com alguns dos expoentes das artes visuais cariocas dos anos 1960, entre eles Rubens Gerchman, Antonio Dias e Hélio Oiticica. Naquele espaço, “terrível, mal cheiroso”, lembra Thomas, Serpa organizava um curso teórico, onde discutiam-se conceitos e obras criadas por ícones como Duchamp, Breton e Magritte, entre outros.

“Era um buraco e tinha como vizinhos puteiros, chaveiros, cabeleireiros, um horror, mas era melhor que o ateliê de vovós lá do MAM”, diz Thomas. Serpa exigia que os alunos soubessem tudo sobre todas as escolas. “A ideia era nos dar uma formação, e o que saísse dali era responsabilidade de cada um. Entregava um trabalho por semana, e ele rasgava tudo na minha frente. Dizia que não era arte. Eu não tinha estrutura, engolia a seco, mas comecei a entender que você não pode perseguir a obra de arte. É ela que persegue você. Um dia não levei nada, e ele questionou. Disse que eu era o meu trabalho. Aí ele falou: ‘Agora você entendeu.’ E aí eu fingi que entendi.”

Foi nesse ambiente que seus primeiros traços ganharam forma, que concepções estilísticas e teóricas passaram a habitar o imaginário do artista que ele se tornou. Consagrado como um dos encenadores mais ousados dos anos 1980 e 1990, Gerald Thomas esboçou luz, cenários e situações de muitas montagens em desenhos que agora foram reunidos no livro “Arranhando a superfície” (Cobogó), com lançamento terça-feira na Livraria da Travessa de Ipanema.

Nele, 130 imagens exprimem aquilo que a superfície dos fatos e dos feitos teatrais de Gerald ocultaram: a condição de artista visual de traços absolutamente peculiares — expressionistas para uns; “uma série de referências juntas” para o próprio. No livro, além de esboços e cartazes de suas peças, há desenhos e ilustrações que estamparam páginas e capas de importantes publicações, como os jornais “The New York Times” e “Boston Globe” e as revistas “Atlantic Monthly” e “Vanity Fair”.

Thomas tinha 20 e poucos anos quando chegou a Nova York, depois de se graduar em Filosofia na Inglaterra. Mergulhou na cena experimental e passou a encenar suas primeiras peças no La Mama. O teatro, apesar de prioritário, ainda não fechava as contas. Numa manhã de 1980, ele arrumou o telefone do departamento de arte do “Times” e teve a sorte de ser atendido por Jerelle Kraus. “Ela era a chefe do departamento. Acho que ela foi com a minha voz e disse para eu ir até lá”, lembra Thomas.

Com uma pasta sob o braço, andou até a sede do jornal e saiu de lá com a primeira encomenda: um desenho sobre a “perda de identidade” no mundo. No dia seguinte, às 15h, entregou o desenho, e às 23h30m deparou-se com ele estampado em meia página da editoria de opinião. Era o início de quatro anos ininterruptos de colaboração. “Na primeira semana eu tinha serviço para todos os dias. Ganhava US$ 350 por trabalho. Era muito dinheiro para a época, fiz uma fortuna”, diz. Até que deu, e Thomas arrumou um jeito de ser demitido: “Desenhei um carneiro morto e sabia que isso era intolerável no Yom Kippur. Os judeus do jornal não aceitaram.”

Manhã seguinte, cabeça cortada. Um ano depois ele reapareceria nas páginas de cultura do mesmo “Times”. Thomas dirigia Julian Beck, fundador do Living Theater, em “Trilogia Beckett”.

Em “Arranhando a superfície” há imagens de peças como “Quartett”, de Heiner Müller, “All strange way”, de Beckett, “Eletra com creta”, do próprio Thomas, a ópera “Matto Grosso”, em parceria com Philip Glass, além de um desenho para “Ghost sonata”, de Strindberg, que vem criando com John Paul Jones. Nos desenhos encontram-se ecos de pop art, surrealismo, expressionismo alemão. Ele cita Ralph Steadman, Saul Steinberg, Escher, mas descarta categorias para seus trabalhos, majoritariamente criados à base de café, acrílico, canetas e Caran D’Ache.

“Queria materiais baratos e perecíveis”, diz. “Sou fascinado pelos pergaminhos do Da Vinci, aqueles tons amarronzados, e aí comecei a derramar café e conforme ele ia escorrendo criava formas que me surpreendiam. Além disso, escolhi o café porque é algo ácido e achei que iria corroer os papéis em pouco tempo. Queria que o material corroesse o próprio trabalho. Nada merece viver por muito tempo. Mas não deu certo, e eles continuam intactos.

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Gerald Thomas – Arranhando a supefície

Gerald Thomas - Arranhando a supefície

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November 27, 2012 · 9:44 pm

Scratching the Surface (my book of paintings), going through the pages (courtesy of Marion Strecker)

Marion's hands going through another page of the book

Marion’s hands going through another page of the book

Marion going through the pages of the pages of the book

Marion going through the pages of the pages of the bookMarion going through the pages of the pages of the book

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O Globo – Book of drawings (Scratching the Surface – Arranhando a Superficie)

O Globo on my book of paintings - drawings - illustrations SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

O Globo on my book of paintings – drawings – illustrations SCRATCHING THE SURFACE

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From my new book: “SCRATCHING THE SURFACE” – do meu novo livro “ARRANHANDO A SUPERFICIE”

The Ventriloquist - Poster for my play 1999 - (pencil on a legal pad)

The Ventriloquist – Poster for my play 1999 – (pencil on a legal pad)

oil, pencil on corrugated cardboard - 1981(NYC)

oil, pencil on corrugated cardboard – 1981(NYC)

by Atonio Gonçalves Filho (continued) (An Expressionist Pact)

Gerald’s illustrations as an object devoid of function, occasionally closed or broken, as in the 1983 illustration for a New York Times editorial. It might be convenient to recall that this very same broken umbrella makes another appearance in the poster a Beckett trilogy (Theater 1, Theater 2 and That Time), directed by Gerald in 1985, which featured a performance by none other than Julian Beck – founder of the legendary Living Theater, who played Tiresias in Pasolini’s Oedipus Rex – in his only theatrical foray outside his own company. To paraphrase the ending of Casablanca, it was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Many other partnerships lay ahead: Philip Glass, Heiner Muller, Luciano Berio, and Haroldo de Campos. The list of names is so long that it would not fit in this book.

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Beckett alive at 106 and living in Copacabana- a quick chat

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SCRATCHING THE SURFACE – ARRANHANDO A SUPERFICIE: MY NEW BOOK

Revista VEJA Rio Nov 17, 2012

Revista VEJA Rio Nov 17, 2012

My new book of paintings, drawings, illustrations going back to when I was 16 years old to very recently: mostly coffee

My new book of paintings, drawings, illustrations going back to when I was 16 years old to very recently: mostly coffee

AN EXPRESSIONIST PACT

By Antonio Gonçalves Filho

The first image which comes to mind when I think of Gerald Thomas is that of a shark drowning in a glass of water – a sketch the playwright-director wound up using as a poster for his Sturmspiel (commissioned by the National Theater Munich in 1989). He used to draw it over and over again during rehearsals for the Kafka Trilogy (1988), which I attended assiduously, the poster for which inadvertently evoked formal elements of the Surrealist school (and, in point of fact, of no particular interest to Gerald). In his Kafka Trilogy poster, a scary-looking cockroach sports a head crafted from a fountain pen nib of the sort used to produce delicate line drawings. Gerald’s is monstrously delicate. It translates the anxiety of the Kafkian character’s metamorphosis – an awkward, fragile being uncomfortably trapped in a body not his own at the behest of a metaphor for legal penalties against those who are different and, thus, committed to penal colonies. The artist’s cockroach-quill was not quite a surrealist manifesto of the absurd, although it did sum up Kafka’s parable with a power hard to match in words. For this is what Gerald does when words fail him: he draws. And he does it well. As well as he lights a stage. Some of the finest lighting design projects in the history of Brazilian theater have been his, including the one for MattoGrosso, Flash and Crash Days and EletraComCreta.

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STOP THE INSANITY – CALL CRAZY EDDIE AND get rid of the leaders…

bombing in Gaza

bombing in Gaza

Get rid of these bloodthirsty leaders and let the people destroy de wall and go shopping. Yes, that’s what I say.
Gerald Thomas

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Aplausos de pé para Edy Botelho – o herói que…

Edy Botelho - Ney Latorraca's friend, partner, hero, etc

Edy Botelho – Ney Latorraca’s friend, partner, hero, etc

Se alguem aqui merece APLAUSOS DE PE, esse alguem é Edy Botelho, companheiro de Ney Latorraca desde 1995, e que acompanhou os piores e mais graves momentos nessa ultima operação cirurgica que, graças a Deus, acabou ontem de manhã. Hoje, o Ney ja esta brincando com os medicos mandando eles irem pra PQP e outros lugares tropicais. Didi (como é conhecido entre nos, da Cia de Opera Seca) dormia la, ficava la no Hospital, me textava, atendia a todos os amigos que entravam e saiam e manteve a sobriedade o tempo todo: UM HEROI. BRAVO querido. BRAVO.

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Dark Energy, dark matter, anti matter, anti what…

I decided to take a break from a lecture by Deepak Chopra at Friend’s House on Euston Road because it was all too familiar. Yes, trillions and trillions of a billion of a light stroke and the bending of matter by antimatter and 73 trillions of a fraction of this and that….Yes, of course. Back to the blackboard, let’s solve the problem.

I went for a croissant and an espresso at Tavistock Square instead the very moment Chopra started to badmouth Stephen Hawking. I wonder why a man like this, with a packed house of a thousand, has to go on the offensive, 15 minutes into a speech (supposed to last 5 hours!)

Well, I guess I understand him well. I’m not too far from that mindset myself. I’m being attacked by former friends and (I guess) I’m attacking as well. Why, exactly? Because, I suppose, everyone is living on the “Edge of Time” (a book I really enjoyed, decades ago) and going through the gloom of envy (a war or sorts with their own selves, their own self images, gains, losses, failures and successes and minute glimpses of lights.) And entropic events ain’t helping our moods.

I’d really been on a flow of revisiting the likes of Freeman Dyson (the utter genius who looks like the characters in all the alien movies), Rupert Sheldrake, Stephen Toulmin and Steven Jay Gould and Oliver Sachs (who had all been part of a series on PBS in the nineties – filmed by a Dutch guy – forget who…), so Chopra was booooring now. At least now, at this moment.

I paused in front of Ghandi’s statue for a long while. This is precisely the place which, back in 2005, had been the equivalent of what we in New York regarded as our worst moment – the 9/11 attacks. Amongst the many tube station attacks here, like Kings Cross and Aldgate Stations, the double decker bus, exploded right in front of Ghandi’s statue.

Ironic? Not really. Not in the world of Quantum Physics or mediums or “quantum politics” or role reversal where – as in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Polonius (or Polonium) can be discharged on you. Yes, your best friends can become ballistic because you actually – prevented them from reaching rock bottom or this ultra dark energy or dark matter by always applying a small light stroke or just a stroke or a caress and that…Well, looking in retrospect that is entirely wrong. Nature is a beast. Yes, it is a badmouthing motherfucking dart throwing, backstabbing, envy driven engine that only stops when power stops and power stops when a hurricane comes along and switches the CON, off, the ConEdison off, that little / huge power plant one takes for granted, because when the big bang – STOP voices STOP – I’m light years ahead.
Gerald Thomas

Ghandi

Ghandi

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Ney Latorraca: chega de cama! Vamos ao Trabalho ! Vamos hombre!

the Actor - Ney Latorraca

the Actor – Ney Latorraca

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CONGRATULATIONS MR PRESIDENT !

Barack Obama, President of the United States of America just won the 2nd term

Barack Obama, President of the United States of America just won the 2nd term

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Waking up from Moronic dreams !

I suddenly wake up from a terrible dream. No, it’s not “superstorm” Sandy. It’s not Elton John sitting next to me singing me a lullaby either. Neither is it Mitt Romney in his acceptance speech! It’s WORSE!
It’s a feeble voice saying to me:

“Jesus Christ, Gerry. What the fuck is the matter with you?”

I jump up from the bed. I kind of recognize this voice, barely. And it continues:

“I’m about as bored of you as a person could possibly be at this moment”…

My heart begins to pound….Oh yes! Of course I know who this is!!! It’s someone who always plays the loser! “how am I gonna get to the airport? I have 2 dollars in my pocket? And then, if I do get there, those bastards at the bla bla bla center in London are never going to pay me and where am I going to sleep , Gerry? and where am I going to sleep and eat, Gerry”

Of couse I know that voice! Mind you, I had been warned years ago by a great great composer (common friend of ours) “he’s a ticking time bomb, self destructive and whatnot”. Yet, foolishly and stupidly (and MORON) that I am, I still went on to help him out.

But the composer (world known) was totally right all these years, if not decades! “he’ll manage to destroy every relationship and burn all his bridges because he’s afraid of some kind of success and afraid of who he is. And so, little by little, everyone leaves him.

Yet, once awake, coffee in hand, I open my email to find just that person’s note – as if Gotterdammerung has materialized and Walhalla had fallen into the “Rhein-keyboard” of my computer and it reads:

“Are you totally fucking crazy? And also, all your words from before, about how ‘no one owes you anything’, were bs. You think you BUY me, asshole? Fuck you.”

(Signed: his name)

Yes, I guess I am totally fucking crazy!!! I must be for having been his friend for… (let’s see – hmmm, he slept in my basement in Williamsburg in 1988… and, well it doesn’t matter!), on and off, decades.

Humans and semi-animals will never cease to amaze me, day in, day out, 24/7, 365 but this one, I must confess, was the icing on the cake.

my illustration for The New York Times Op Ed page 1981

my illustration for The New York Times Op Ed page 1981

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Complaining about superstorm Sandy? Have you ever been to a WAR?

my painting circa 2001

my painting circa 2001

Some things never cease to amaze me! People complain and complain and…well, complain. These are futile people who have really never had to endure HARDSHIP of any kind, no wars, no cultural ambushes, no famishe, no real starvation or political and / or religious persecution. So, when the slightest LITTLE (and uncomfortable) thing happens, such as, for instance, a power outage or difficulty in getting a warm meal, running water and so on, my recommendation to them is: GO and EXPERIENCE WAR. Go and be a volunteer.

They have no IDEA what it’s really like to have to hide (sometimes for days) in the filthy and rat infested London underground (subway) system, or stand in a queue (line) in FREEZING conditions for, 6, 14 hours to walk away with (sometimes) 2 slices of bread and a tiny piece of a more than dead sardine. These cry babies who complain now, after “superstorm’ Sandy have NOT experienced what it’s like to be in a real WAR, the devastation, the real loss of an entire quarter of a city, of ones house and part of ones family, friends buried under rubble and the continued attack by overhead (nazi) bombs. Maybe this would be a good experience for these princesses used to the good life and the eternal complaint.
Gerald

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