I’ve never had a pet. When I was a kid, my mom would come up with a million (admittedly good) reasons why I couldn’t. The ice broke while studying at university, when I was more or less forced to live with a street cat, which would sneak into the house I lived in at the time during the night.
The exhibition titled Nota al pie (“Footnote”) landed in Havana’s Espacio Abierto gallery rather spontaneously. We didn’t have the time normally required for this kind of project, but the proposal seemed attractive to us when curator Carlos Gamez spoke to us about it.
In the midst of so much fuss surrounding the Pope’s visit, a handful of charitable souls demand that we look beyond the walls embellished with decorations and watered-down paint. People still do things that are worthy of respect, outside our dreams. (9 fotos)
Everyone has heard good reviews of the performance, even though it premiered more than 5 years ago. Apparently, Malson has come to stay in the imaginary of dance-lovers. It is currently being re-staged as part of the 2nd Habanarte Festival.
The performers of E-14 Lam cleverly made use of the physical characteristics of the Contemporary Art Center courtyard, a difficult task if we bear in mind the fierce competition offered by the nearby legendary Bodeguita del Medio.
When I first met them some years ago, I’d noticed their complete devotion to the family they had built, a devotion that led them to raise, not only their children, but their grandchildren and great grandchildren as well.
The issue addressed by La tercera raiz (“The Third Root”), which tackles the impact that African traditions have had on Mexican culture, was something I knew nothing about. The two other roots, the indigenous and Spanish ones, were rather familiar notions for me.
The hectic days of Havana’s Arts Biennale are behind us and a deep silence has taken hold of the Cuban art world. To mitigate this silence, some artists have decided to stage personal exhibitions.
“It’s pink, and it’s heading your way.” That is how a friend described the experience of seeing Miss Biennial, a voluptuous “Tropicana dancer” that visited many of the exhibition spaces of the recently concluded 12th Havana Biennial, for the first time.
The play on words of the title was the first thing that caught my eye. “Disambiguation” is a term I come across time and time again while navigating my “domestic Internet” connection, the Wiki Taxi, and I don’t entirely understand its meaning.