Genius of Despair

Photographer Luis Brito pays homage to a Latin American art god at this Design District show.

In his later years, as he descended into madness, Venezuelan artist Armando Reverón took to wearing a loincloth and wandering around a bizarre ramshackle compound where he created life-size dolls out of burlap sacks. The dolls were his family; some say he made love to them. They were also among his most enduring, haunting pieces of art, and today they help define the legacy of one of the most enigmatic figures in Latin American art history.

"Reverón's Dolls," a new photography exhibit at the Leonard Tachmes Gallery in the Design District, pays homage to the late artist and transports the spectator to the surreal realm of a forgotten world.

The exhibit features 37 works by Venezuelan photographer Luis Brito, who documented the rotting remnants of Reverón's macabre muses to preserve the legacy of his compatriot, who died in 1954 after a slow decline into dementia.

Brito's photos capture the intimacy of Reverón's dolls.
Brito's photos capture the intimacy of Reverón's dolls.


"Reverón's Dolls": Through May 2. Leonard Tachmes Gallery, 3930 NW Second Ave., Miami; 786-417-1292; Thursday through Saturday 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. and by appointment.

Reverón's life is the stuff of legend. Born in Caracas in 1889 as the only child of wealthy parents, he was aloof and sickly as a young boy. As a teenager, he studied painting and traveled to Spain and Paris, where he boned up on the work of the masters.

Returning to Venezuela, Reverón joined the Círculo de Bellas Artes, a group of anti-academic artists, creating a series of blue paintings that earned him early attention.

During this time, he met Juanita Rios, a young woman of Spanish and Indian descent, who became his model and lifelong companion. He also had the first of many nervous breakdowns and was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Later, when the Venezuelan government began persecuting artists as subversive elements, Reverón and Rios fled to the coastal village of Macuto.

It was there that the couple built their bizarre kingdom. Living under woven palm fronds and detritus they had collected, they eked out an almost aboriginal existence. In addition to wearing a loincloth, Reverón took to painting with crude homemade brushes fashioned from bones and tattered rags he carried in a kangaroo-like pouch strapped to his waist.

He dubbed his strange domain El Castillete, the Little Castle. There his odd creative genius took flight.

"His was in a very particular world," explains Jorge Hulian, curator of the exhibit and the man who represents Brito's astonishing collection of photographs worldwide. "If you notice Reverón's trajectory during this period, he might be considered the first multimedia artist of his lifetime."

Indeed, in his later years, after lapsing in and out of severe bouts of depression, Reverón, with Rios's help, began adding to his humble tribe with the life-size dolls that played a signature role in his work.

His eerie creations, fashioned from burlap sacks fished from the trash, were deployed as models for Reverón's late paintings, and as their numbers grew, the artist began staging theater pieces with the dolls as his actors.

Reverón doted on his unsightly harem and created ratty household items for them, even designing outfits. He also named each one, gave them anatomically correct genitalia, and cared for them individually as if they were family members.

"Some believe he had relations with his dolls," Hulian informs. "If you notice, some of the dolls even have babies. You have to wonder that if in his later years, Reverón, who never had his own kids, might have 'fathered' these children in his deteriorating mind as a way to cope with his loneliness."

After the artist's death in 1954, El Castillete became a Reverón shrine, until it was destroyed by a mudslide in 1999.

Enter Brito, who first encountered replicas of Reverón's dolls at the artist's old haunt before it was destroyed.

Brito, who in 1997 was awarded Venezuela's national photography prize, was commissioned by the state's Gallery of National Art to photograph the dolls to preserve Reverón's legacy.

"I never imagined that years later, I would encounter the real ones, the ones from the artist's own hands," Brito says. "With the most profound pain, with a sadness I can't explain, I observed how these wonderful beings were removed from forgotten boxes and hung like marionettes covered in termite dust and cockroaches."

Brito struggled to convey a sense of the dolls' inner lives as envisioned by Reverón himself. But by this time, the dolls — now decomposing and tarnished, with a decrepit patina suggestive of livor mortis mottling — would unlikely become reanimated under harsh photographic lighting and an unforgiving lens.

Undaunted, Brito played Polish composer Henryk Górecki tunes in the studio until his nerves were soothed. "I realized the dolls only needed one light. They needed to be isolated. They had been for years trapped in the penumbra and had come from the penumbra of their creator," Brito recalls.

He decided the dolls had to maintain a certain intimacy. He placed each one alone against a black background, believing they each contained an individual mystery — that each had an inner life he would allow to manifest. "From there on in, everything flowed," Brito affirms. "Reverón himself is revealed in these dolls. He is with them, and they are with him."

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