A obra comissionada Primeiro Beijo (Maranhão) faz parte de Composições para tempos insurgentes. A instalação pretende recuperar memórias do primeiro beijo e propor uma investigação sobre questões de territorialidades, culturas e contextos políticos ligadas ao primeiro beijo, além de mapear diferentes visões geracionais dessa experiência, principalmente no que diz respeito às resistências enfrentadas por pessoas que vivenciam a dissidência de gênero.
A obra apresenta os encontros e conversas sobre o primeiro beijo de três pessoas LGBTQI+ com mais de 50 anos, nascidas em diferentes regiões do Maranhão. “*Rita, mulher trans negra, pedagoga e brincante de diferentes manifestações culturais, entre elas a celebração do Divino; *César, homem cis negro homossexual, pai de santo e líder em diferentes movimentos políticos na luta contra a intolerância religiosa; e *Marta, mulher cis negra lésbica dona e proprietária de um bar maravilhoso”.
Rafael RG vive e trabalha entre São Luís, Belo Horizonte e Guarulhos. É formado em artes visuais pela Belas Artes de São Paulo (Bolsista PROUNI – 2010). Participou de mostras e festivais em cidades do Brasil e em outros países. Recebeu, entre outras premiações, o 1º Prêmio Foco ArtRio, o Prêmio Honra ao Mérito Arte e Patrimônio/ IPHAN, o Prêmio aquisição do Centro Cultural São Paulo, bolsa Iberê Camargo para residência no Künstlerhaus Bremen, na Alemanha, e bolsa Pampulha para residência no Museu de Arte da Pampulha, em Minas Gerais. Entre suas residências recentes estão Gasworks, em Londres (2018); Black Rock Senegal, em Dakar (2019); Triangle France – Astérides, em Marseile (2020).
The work First Kiss (Maranhão) is part of Compositions for Insurgent Times. The installation aims to recover memories of the first kiss and propose an investigation into issues of territoriality, cultures and political contexts linked to the first kiss, in addition to mapping different generational views of this experience, especially regarding the resistance faced by people who experience the dissidence of gender.
The work presents the encounters and conversations about the first kiss of three LGBTQI+ people over 50 years old, born in different regions of Maranhão. “*Rita, a black transgender woman, educator and player of different cultural manifestations, including the celebration of the Divine; *César, a homosexual black cis man, priest of Afro-Brazilian religion and leader in different political movements in the fight against religious intolerance; and *Marta, a lesbian black cis woman who owns a wonderful bar”.
Rafael RG lives and works between São Luís, Belo Horizonte and Guarulhos. He has a degree in Visual Arts from Belas Artes de São Paulo (PROUNI Scholarship – 2010). He participated in exhibitions and festivals in Brazil and in other countries. He received, among other awards, the 1st Foco ArtRio Award, the Honra ao Mérito Arte e Patrimônio Award/ IPHAN, the Centro Cultural São Paulo Acquisition Award, the Iberê Camargo Scholarship for residency at Künstlerhaus Bremen, Germany, and the Pampulha Scholarship for residency at Museu de Arte da Pampulha, in Minas Gerais, Brazil. Among his recent residencies are Gasworks, in London (2018); Black Rock Senegal, in Dakar (2019); Triangle France – Asterides, in Marseile (2020).
1 My first kiss was in my mother’s house, in my own room, in own my bed. It was with my own brother. We slept in the same bed, we were very close at the time, and now we don’t talk anymore.
But I remember it was a very exciting thing, a new emotion, like eating new food, delicious food that you had never eaten before and was tasting it for the first time. And I soon found out that it would be something I would always want in my life. That emotion, that desire to always discover a new taste. I always liked kissing.
After that childhood experience I had another first kiss. I was already a woman, (since I was a child I identified myself as such, but I only transitioned in my late teens). I knew that boy by sight. He dated a friend of mine. My friend said he was a bottom, I never thought I would be with a bottom man. But one day I saw him coming out of the mangrove, he was selling shrimp. We kissed and it was wonderful. That emotion again.
He even teased me, said my cock was small. But we kissed and I could taste in the flavour of his kiss that he loved me too.
2 Sometimes we don’t even remember what we ate yesterday, but sitting down and talking we remember. I’ve never talked about it with anyone, but the memory I have is of my neighbour. My next door neighbour. I was young but I was already attracted, not to him, but to other men, but I was afraid of that feeling. I used to go to his house and one day he kissed me.
I wanted that, but I didn’t quite understand what was going on either. We kissed and I liked it, but on the next day I didn’t want to go to his house to play. But I went some other day, and when I got there he was alone, and we kissed again. We kissed a lot.
A while later at school I felt very attracted to a friend of mine. But I didn’t feel safe at school, I was afraid they would find out I was different. With my neighbour I felt safe. Until one day my classmate and I started dating. I was in love with him, but one day we broke up and decided to look for girlfriends for both of us because we were afraid someone would find out. That’s when I kissed a woman for the first time. I lived for 50 years in the same house, it was a time when people were born and lived all their lives in the same house. But over time I lost contact with my neighbour, until one day he moved out and I never saw him again
3 So I guess I don’t even remember my first kiss! There have been so many kisses I’ve given in this life… But I have a memory of one that must have been the first. It was on the riverbank. A school tour, a picnic near the river. We came sitting side by side on the school bus. During the tour I stole a kiss from her. I was nervous. I already felt that I liked women, and that it made me different from my peers. Right after I kissed her, she turned to me and said, “What are you doing?” And I said I didn’t know what I was doing or why I was doing it, and she said she liked it. After that day I fell in love with a woman who lived in my street. She was much older than me and was married. She treated me like I was her daughter. But I wanted more! One day she was going on a trip and invited me to go along. At that time it was just me and Mom at home, and Mom found out that I wanted to travel with that woman and tied me up in the backyard so I wouldn’t run away.
Ixi, since then there have been so many stories, so many women.
Primeiro Beijo (Maranhão) (2021) série Primeiro Beijo impressões, fotografias, tinta acrílica, resina acrílica e tinta à base d’água sobre painéis de madeira, aglomerado e compensado Depoimentos: Rita (São Luís, MA, 1968), Cesar (São Luís, MA, 1968), Marta (Olinda Nova do Maranhão, MA, 1970) Pinturas: Paulo Pinturas (São Luís, MA, 1963), Rom Pinturas (São Luís, MA, 1982) e Margie (Jorge) (São Luís, MA, 1972), Samuelson Malheiros (Guimarães, MA, 1968) Registros fotográficos: Jefferson Santiago (São Luís, MA, 1992)
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