We were carrying a two-meter-tall, cardboard house. We only had a few blocks to walk to reach Esquina de Tejas, where the bus would pick us up. It was the opening day of the Puente Sur National Performance and Installation Day.
Yanelys Nuñez’s Diary
On the occasion of another anniversary of Cuba’s San Alejandro Arts Academy – celebrated recently – we conversed with Aluan Arguelles, one of the institution’s youngest teachers, to get to know how this, Latin America’s oldest school of its type, operates internally.
She’s a foreigner walking down Havana’s Cerro avenue, near Tulipan. She’s read in several travel books that there’s practically no violence in Cuba, so she can’t imagine a group of young people will mug her there at 4 pm.
What people thought would be the artistic event of the year was nothing other than a run-of-the-mill exhibition in the Cuban capital. The first opening of Galeria Continua (“Continuous Gallery”) was not as spectacular as many had expected.
On November 28, 2015, on an invitation from Cuban visual artist Luis Manuel Otero Alcantara, a group of friends and colleagues offered the artist’s wife a unique anniversary gift.
I still haven’t managed to let go of the anger or overcome the surprise. While strolling down a street in Old Havana next to a foreign friend of mine, a police officer stopped me to ask me the most ludicrous questions I’ve heard.
Cuban visual artist Leandro Soto (Cienfuegos, 1956), renowned performer who left the country during the Special Period exodus, returns to us with the beguiling aura of a gypsy. (6 photos)
People frequently talk about the garbage left on river banks, coastal areas and lakes, but we seldom look past the first impression this makes on us, to the evidence of human activity it reveals. Nature, of course, is not at all grateful for these kinds of practices, but artists can rummage through any sea of waste to find vestiges of life.
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.