Ending this cycle of occupations at Pivô Satélite, we host the museum that has stirred up Brazilian (and foreign) social media since its inauguration – or, so to speak, its first post – on July 31, 2020. In about a year and a half, New Memeseum has grown in the virtual architectures of social media and currently has nearly one hundred and fifty thousand followers. This museum's collection is unusual in terms of the status of art, but extremely common when it comes to how Brazilians use social networks: memes are their objects of attention, safeguarding and dissemination. The perspective of the management team of this museum is very precise; the anonymous agents behind the page are interested in reflecting specifically on the relationship between humor and the absurdities of the visual arts systems in Brazil.
As the great Daniel Santiago wrote in 1982, “Brazil is my abyss”. It is through this mountain range of constant falls that visual arts professionals in Brazil travel – especially those who inherited trauma and no material possessions. In this occupation of Pivô Satélite’s space, New Memeseum’s managers turned their attention to an asset that affects the Brazilian population at the moment: cooking gas cylinders. Based on an open call via Instagram and its usual surgical view, the museum presents a collection of images of cooking gas cylinders decorated by hand in a myriad of stiles. Mixed with these images, phrases and memes problematize the rising prices of this object that is so essential for the country’s domestic economy.
This occupation is based, therefore, on a mosaic of images, phrases and situations that dance according to the absurdities orchestrated by the Brazilian government in recent years. The cooking gas cylinder thus becomes an icon, a problem and ready-made. Those who laugh last laugh best? That’s what they say, but when it comes to the visual arts working class – which also suffers from the prices hikes in cooking gas cylinders, let’s not forget – crying and laughter seem to become one and the same. Let us cry, then.