David Lamelas Shows What Happens When an Artist Never Stops Moving

“I think sculpture can take any dimension, form, or medium,” Argentinian artist David Lamelas once wrote. “Anything determined by the author as such is a sculpture.” It’s a suitably porous, flexible way of thinking, and one that makes sense given Lamelas’s roughly five-decade-long career, during which time he’s made Minimalist constructions, site-specific interventions, mockumentaries, Pop-inspired sculptures, photographs, and interactive performances. “Fiction of a Production,” on view through January 6, 2019, at the Broad MSU in East Lansing, Michigan, looks at the early years of his practice, and hints at how Lamelas (who rubbed shoulders with Lawrence Weiner, Allen Ruppersberg, John Baldessari, Michael Asher, and too many others to count) deserves a more prominent entry in art history.

Part of what makes Lamelas fascinating is how quickly he ascended to success, and the ways in which he would insinuate himself, chameleon-like, in the global art scenes of South America, Europe, and the United States. He was featured in the São Paulo Biennial in 1967, and went on to represent Argentina, alongside two other peers, at the 1968 Venice Biennale when he was only 21 years old. “Back then, I thought it was a very normal thing,” Lamelas told me, during a conversation this summer at the Broad MSU. “But, of course, a lot of older artists were upset with me.” Not everyone; the work he showed there—a conceptual piece investigating the Vietnam War—earned the positive attention of Marcel Broodthaers, who went on to plug Lamelas in with an entire network of European art world insiders.

Lamelas is a character, in the best sense of the word, and he describes his peripatetic career in vividly cinematic terms. After cutting his teeth in Buenos Aires’s art world and being showcased in the Venice Biennale, he moved to London to study at Saint Martin’s School of Art. He arrived with a few suitcases, little money, and an affection for a city he’d never actually visited before. Lamelas had always nursed a fascination with British culture, and he was also drawn to the work of sculptors like Anthony Caro, whom he would soon study under. “It was the end of the Swinging ’60s,” he recalled. “That was heaven….My hair grew, [and] I became a Londoner.”

Lamelas was in the St. Martin’s sculpture department, which presented one problem: He was “not into sculpture,” at least by the basically accepted terms. “They gave me space as a studio, and the young, British artists were still working with metal, with plaster, with wood—you know, with materials,” he said. This sort of conventional approach wasn’t too interesting to him, and London’s social life was calling him and his circle of friends: “Forget St. Martin’s,” he thought, “we wanted to go to Soho!” He was working on some film projects, but not producing much in the way of physical objects. Caro finally asked him to explain himself—“I never see you at the studio—what are you doing?”—and Lamelas answered him by embarking on a work that, more or less, could be considered sculpture. It involved placing a series of metal rectangles around trees in Hyde Park, poetically cordoning them off, and then photographing the arrangements. (A rebooted version of the same concept is situated outside the Broad MSU’s Zaha Hadid–designed building.)  

From there, Lamelas kept moving—geographically and stylistically—developing what Broad MSU curator Carla Acevedo-Yates, who organized the exhibition, calls his “nomadic practice.” After becoming a Londoner, Lamelas relocated to Los Angeles in the 1970s, where he proceeded to reinvent himself anew. He spent a solid span of years focused on film, even trying to break into the more experimentally friendly Hollywood system of the day. The decade resulted in a number of faux-documentary films (in which Lamelas played the part of a crooked dictator being grilled by a news reporter) and The Desert People (1974), a funky piece in which a group of supposed ethnographers share their experiences with a Native American tribe.

Living in the Venice neighborhood of Los Angeles, Lamelas found himself a little too comfortable with the lifestyle—“I became like a beach bum,” he said—and moved once again, in the late 1990s, to New York. And now, at the age of 71, the artist is one of those people constantly between places. “He’s very elusive, in the sense that you don’t know where he is at a certain time,” Acevedo-Yates said. “He’s always moving around.”

While it can be a Sisyphean task to boil Lamelas’s output down into a tidy whole, the Broad MSU exhibition—focused heavily on works made in the 1960s—showcases an artist always willing to take risks, to dabble and experiment with forms and concepts. “Lamelas thinks artworks have a life of their own, outside of the artist’s intent, their own consciousness, awareness,” Acevedo-Yates said. “The idea keeps evolving as time changes.” She described him as a pioneer, working with “architectural interventions, site-specific interventions, all these things—before they were named.”