We had to enter the exhibition space in small groups of people, for the Wilfredo Lam gallery is a bit small and the sculptures by Cuban artist Agustin Cardenas titled “The Forms of Silence” were placed dangerously close to one another.
I have been taking an English course for about a year and a half. Throughout this time, I have had the opportunity to talk with different people and to become exposed to a different (and perhaps more profound) way of understanding certain aspects of our reality.
The managers of movie theaters in Havana’s Vedado neighborhood recently began to implement a “new policy” (I call it “new” because I had never suffered its consequences till now).
It was 10 at night and Havana’s Monte street was practically empty. Though there was still a fair bit of traffic on the street, I would see only the occasional passerby from my balcony. It was then that two children between 10 and 12 began yelling, calling a girl who lives in one of the neighboring buildings.
The Center for the Development of the Visual Arts located in Old Havana was the venue of a month-long, joint exhibition displaying the works of Yusnier Mentado Fernandez (1983) and Vladmir Gonzalez Portales (1977).
The authors of this metaphorical road flick, Guillermo Ramirez Malberti and Ernesto Domecq Menendez, are visual artists belonging to different generations who had never before shared a gallery space. (6 photos)
I don’t recall the last time I attended a play that inspired me to write a review as much as Goldfish. I saw this highly moving play, co-authored by playwrights William Ruiz and Alejandro Arango, at Havana’s Trianon theatre, skillfully staged by the El Ingenio and De la Luna theatre companies.
I heard Cuba’s band Buena Fe for the first time when I was still in high school. The teacher assigned to our classroom, one of the best intensively-trained, multi-subject high school teachers I have ever know was fascinated with their songs. As I recall we were the first students he ever taught.
The melodies that renowned Cuban musician X Alfonso delighted us during a concert held at the steps of the University of Havana, still resonate in my mind. Numbers that are part of the soundtrack of the Cuban film Havana Blues, as well as some pieces from the albums X More, Civilizacion, Revoluxion and Reverse, were the songs performed by this impetuous artist.
A group of my friends and I recently got together with a former classmate of ours visiting Havana. During this get-together, we decided to spend a few days in the town of Remedios, which she is where she currently lives. We had to plan the trip so that it would coincide with our vacation time at work. We also had to plan it for a date after getting paid our puny salary.