Lucas Sargentelli

“Demorei alguns anos, depois de ser ‘alfabetizado’, para realizar que escrevia a palavra ‘derrepente’ junto e não separado (‘de repente’). Não faz muito tempo, percebi que escrevia a palavra ‘agente’ junto e não separado (‘a gente’). A constatação desses usos errados da língua não sai mais de mim. E o sentido dessas palavras, a cada vez que vou usá-las, desliza entre os possíveis de sua significação. Geralmente vem com prazer usar essas palavras, um prazer subterrâneo, que me lembra que estou escrevendo elas com uma potência outra, uma atenção e invenção que sinto intima. Desde 2011, na urgência e no grupo, venho experimentando com o Capacete.”

Daragh Reeves

Daragh Reeves Leeds, U.K. , 1974 – lives in Brussels and Berlin

“Being at Capacete was and continues to be a source of great happiness, fun, adventure and camaraderie. Here art and life are very much intertwined. Rio’s own special madness is an art beyond art and provided a very healthy perspective on the limitations and strengths of frankly being a Gringo. It’s an experience that I carry with me and am always grateful for lucking into.”


Julien Bismuth

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“I first met Helmut in 2006, with Jean-Pascal Flavien. He helped produce a performance of ours titled “Plouf.” The performance took place on two boats off the coast of Rio. The first meeting we had with him was at the beach in Ipanema. I came back to Brazil in 2012, to finally do the residency. I stayed a little over three months. I started learning Portuguese while I was there. Helmut, Amilcar, and I produced an evening of performances or interventions at a theater in Ipanema. I also started a project which I am still working on, and which has taken me twice to the Amazon. Yet the most significant thing that happened, that took place, during this three-month residency was something else, something harder to describe than an activity or an endeavor. 


The time I spent in the residency was, in many ways, a break. A hiatus. Though I continued working while I was there, it was not only in a different place but in a different environment. A different atmosphere. And perhaps that’s as close as I can get to defining or describing it. To me, capacete is synonymous with something as simultaneously palpable and elusive as an atmosphere. Every time I return, I encounter a reality whose protagonists change but whose “feel” remains more or less the same. There’s a feeling of openness, of engagement, of trust and sympathy as well, which I identify with capacete. Not that capacete is isolated from the world and its problems, not that it’s in any way an escape, but rather that it opens up onto the world and its problems from within a space that operates differently and with different rules: rules of trust, sympathy, engagement, and openness. These rules are neither stated not even enforced, they are interpreted and discussed, altered and experimented with by each new constellation of visitors, residents, participants. In other words, what capacete inspires and develops is a desire to relate and to relate differently. It develops a sensibility or sensitivity to the other protagonists of our relationships, be they animate or inanimate, material or virtual. Capacete does all of this not by imposing anything on its participants, but rather, by simply inviting them to be both the caretakers and protagonists of its continuous social experiment, one whose strength resides precisely in the inherently fragile and porous nature of its boundaries. Capacete is not a helmet, it’s a tent, and like all tents, it can be pitched more or less anywhere.”



Ícaro Lira

Ícaro Lira vive e Trabalha em Fortaleza-CE e São Paulo-SP.
Artista Visual, Editor e Investigador, com pesquisa desenvolvida no âmbito do Documentário Experimental. Estudou Cinema e Vídeo na Casa Amarela-UFC, Fortaleza (CE), Montagem e Edição de Som, pelo Instituto de Cinema Darcy Ribeiro (RJ) e na Escola de Artes Visuais do Parque Lage (RJ) participou dos Programas Fundamentação e Aprofundamento e em 2016/2017 do PIMASP – Programa Independente do Museu de Arte de São Paulo (SP).


Sofia Caesar

Since 2011, I have participated in exhibitions and residencies in institutions such as: Parco d’Arte Vivente, Turin, Italy; La Maudite, Paris, France; SFMOMA, San Francisco, USA; Casamata, Parque Lage, Capacete, Oi Futuro RJ, Galeria A Gentil Carioca, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil; CCBNB-BR, Fortaleza, Brazil; Tomie Othake, São Paulo, Brazil, and others.

In 2015, I graduated with an MFA from the School of Missing Studies, Sandberg Instituut, in Amsterdam (NL). I have participated in a.pass in Brussels in 2016.

I am currently based between the Netherlands and Brussels, Belgium.


“I’m totally off the art world for more than a decade.
I was very active artist and an enthusiast Capacete coworker for the first ten years of it.
In the first photo, you can see me during Caveman (2004), when I lived for two weeks in a small natural shelter nearby the Sugarloaf summit. Helmut asked me to take some pictures of the performance, and we showed them for the 10th anniversary of Capacete in NY. the second photo is a portrait of me, my donkey and a friend when we walked from Ouropreto to Rio (2003). The third is a cover of the program of my theatre play witch we acted in London (2005). Fourth: a real tatoo of the Itau bank logo on a man’s head (2002). Christ redeemer in red (2000). And finally two pictures of my other donkey, my first time working with Capacete in 99.”

Gabriel Lester

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Past and Future in thin air.

“If there has ever been a possibility to turn back time, this would be a suited moment to do so. However much things would probably turnout to be the same, I would have known things in advance, provided in turning back time, I could remember the future. That’s how I look at it now, I mean, from where I can see things at this point, today. Then, mid-day early July 2006, I found myself surrounded by as much endless future as overwhelming depths of the past. We, Helmut and I, were on our way to one of Peru’s highest mountain peeks of the Andes. Driving our ragged rented car with caution over an endlessly winding and unpaved mountain trail we arrived at a valley so vast and boundless, that my first thought was how we had crossed the ages to enter a pre-historic landscape. And then and there, as I envisioned myself having traveled back trough a loophole in time, soon to be surrounded by long lost wildlife and luscious vegetation, both my past and future flashed by. At the time a substantial part of my fortunate and solid world had started to show cracks and crumbles. In April I had moved back from New York to support my mother in her life’s struggle against lung cancer, only to join Helmut on his journey trough Peru in June and July. It had been my mother’s whish and joy for me to continue my adventures life as much as possible. And at every village or city on the course of our voyage, I rushed into an internet café and wrote home an exhilarated travelers report. It was as if I could share my journey to one of the highest peeks of the world; as if I could bring my mother to where time had stood still and where the air was so pure that it could cleanse all disease. And trough the contact we kept during my travels, it became clear that my latest expedition had in a way become as thrilling to her as it was to me.


 Some month before my mothers left lung had been cut out and although this had been a severely traumatic experience, for the time being, she was freed from her illness and on the road to recovery. I was rather optimistic about her survival chances and imagined a future where my mother, her husband and I would travel together and savor such overwhelmingly beautiful nature as that valley surrounding me in Peru.

We stopped the car at the entrance of a cave covered in pre-historic paintings. Stepping out of the car I was overcome by dizziness and the extensive violence of the nature that surrounded me danced before my eyes. Maybe I suffered from some light version of altitude disease and possibly the oscillating travel had exhausted me, what I could feel as the world twisted before my eyes, was a deep confidence and optimism. Then and there everything, next week, next moth, next year, my entire future would be magnificent and all right. Hemlut and I walked around marveling at the valley beneath us, and the mountaintops above. I thought about how I could enjoy being back in Brussels, how I would witness my mother’s recovery and how I would travel to Asia for the first time. Later that day we reached the mountain top at over 5000 meters (3 miles) height. The air at the top was so thin that we could hardly breath or speak. I peered into the distance, imagined that distance to be the depth of time and was sure that in the future we could all live forever.”


P E R U . I M P R O V

“Capactete’s ROAD lead to my doorstep and an invitation to work and travel a stretch alongside the Pan-American highway was offered and excepted. The journey would lead from Lima (Peru) to Quito (Equator). People asked “what will you do?”. My reply was, that I had been doing several things the past years and that, most likely, I would do one or a few of those things there. However, slowly a concept of what could happen started to take shape.

When one thinks of a road-movie, the principle is that between start and finish of a journey a story unfolds. This is a lineal narrative. A story that is told on different levels in time and location is a parallel narrative. I envisioned a road movie constructed as a parallel narrative. Instead of events occurring after each other as the road is traveled, it would seem to all happen at once. With this idea and allot of confidence in Helmut Batista’s and my own ability to connect to people and improvise, I left for Peru via Rio de Janeiro.

In Lima both Helmut and I were invited to lecture at ‘La Culpable’ – an artist run space. There we met with several local artist and curators, some of which could advise us on where to go and what to see. Soon after, we left Lima for the Andes Mountains. I felt like a pioneer, traveling on intuition and opportunity. And while driving through the impressive nature we made regular stops to shoot a scene or sequence. The idea to create a parallel movie has never left the project, however confronted with the reality of our travels and in order to work daily in un-predictable conditions, the rules of the concept were loosened to fit the actuality.

What had occurred to me during the first days of the travel is that if I was going to work with locals and mostly on an instant basis, I should work with a modus that enabled me to stop the car, mount the camera and start shooting. This principle seems simple and easy, but in order to avoid rather digested exotica and/or tourist snapshots, I needed to challenge the images I was making at all time. This led to a series of improvised scenes – shot during the entire journey trough Peru – where at first I would objectively document a scene or location. As such I documented what was going on ‘for real’; nothing was orchestrated, choreographed or interfered with. The second phase was to engage the documented image – the people and location – and change the objective document into a highly subjective document. As such a ‘natural’ scene had become ‘artificial’. A play between reality and fiction was constructed carefully.

After returning to Lima from the Andes, we traveled to the city of Iquitos in the middle of the Amazon rainforest. Colombian/Spanish artist Raimond Chaves joined us together with Peruvian artist Gilda Mantilla who were both researching works the 2006 Sao Paulo biennale had commissioned them to produce. By car and mostly by boat, the four of us traveled trough the rainforest and over the Amazon river, all the while setting up and filming scenes. After a few days stopover in Iquitos we returned to Lima and got on the road to Quito in Equator. In Equator we did not have the opportunity to continue to work, but were invited to lecture at the Catholic university of Quito.

All in the entire ROAD journey/project took us trough deserts, over mountains, past the Pacific Ocean, cross the jungle and finally up to the capital of Equator. All the while scenes for the project were shot, alongside photos and other video documents that were stimulated on the spot. At this moment most of the digital material is ripening in some a hard disk. In the near future, with a nice blend of time, a scent of post-production and a touch of drama, the works will be served. Seriously though, the ROAD project was hugely productive and inspiring, leaving me with allot of fruits to be plucked and appropriated in some way. For the moment this feels like a luxury problem, since many of the scenes shot have worked out really well and there is much potential for several works or directions to venture into. Time will tell if the final work will be a parallel edit of a lineal experience or a selection of improvised scenes, narrating small adventures…”

Gabriel lester 07.2006 


Joao Mode

JOÃO MODÉ, lives and works at Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. His work is marked by a plural notion of languages and areas of expertise. He works mainly with video, photographs, installations, actions with public participation and interventions in architectural spaces. He has a degree in Architecture and Visual Programming and a Masters in Visual Languages from the UFRJ – Rio de Janeiro. Some of his works feature in the collections: MAM SP; MAM Rio ; Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo and Frac Bretagne , France .