Category: studio

  • A drawing

  • Best to stick to your stations


    Harlem is a sentimental place and set in its ways, and when the white world can take away you and yours in an instant some folks hold on to the sure and the same.

    It was best to stick to your stations, he had learned, where you belong.

    Jennifer Jackson and Jean Bell

    (CW)

  • Drawing from Document080924


    Booker Prize short list.

  • WOPHA Artists in Residence visits Bakehouse Art Complex

    On September 8, 2025, the WOPHA Artists in Residence, Kat Thompson, Nathyfa Michel, and Celia Irina González, visited Adler Guerrier’s studio at the Bakehouse Art Complex, engaging in dialogue around his practice and creative process. Photos by Gaby Ojeda. Courtesy of WOPHA.

  • Untitled (Madame 0310)

    untitled(madame) 0310
    solvent transfer, graphite, watercolor, and collage on paper. 11″x15″ 2010

  • AG2025_1177608a or even if they get the facts right


    The Good Pervert by David Velasco (Harpers)

    “The newspapers, even if they get the facts right, will get the story wrong.”

  • AG2025_1177610b or theatrum orbis terrarum


    Edwidge Danticat joins Deborah Treisman to read and discuss “Two Men Arrive in a Village,” by Zadie Smith. (New Yorker) (PRX)


    Sarah Bejerano. Cargo. Rialta.

    Casi al final del prefacio de su Atlas de islas remotas, Judith Schalansky escribe: Los cartógrafos deberían reivindicar su oficio como un verdadero arte poético y los atlas como un género literario de belleza máxima; en definitiva, su arte es digno merecedor de la primera denominación que recibieron los mapas: Theatrum orbis terrarum [Teatro del mundo]. Si hubiera un atlas del mundo en la fotografía cubana, sería la obra de Sarah Bejerano. Si hubiera un atlas de la poesía en la fotografía cubana, sería la obra de Sarah Bejerano:

    —¿Hay música en tus fotos?

    —Hay música en mi cabeza, todo el tiempo. No puedo vivir sin música. Normalmente organizo mi vida por canciones, y mis fotos son lo mismo. Todas las series que hago tienen bandas sonoras, que muchas veces se conforman a la hora de realizarlas y otras viene cuando las visualizo posteriormente. No podría enmarcarlas en un género musical u otro, porque mis listas de reproducciones van desde Irakere hasta Rammstein, desde Vivaldi hasta Elvis Manuel.

    —¿Crees en Dios?

    —No, ¡por Dios!

    Legna Rodríguez Iglesias with Sara Bejerano, 2021.

  • AG2025_1177596a or Aquí confluimos hacia la única estrella


    “Of course, I am not K, but I find myself uncannily identified with his predicament. For in the letter you have sent you and your offices have informed me only that you have sent “a file or report related to alleged antisemitic incidents” that includes my name. Two aspects of this communication stand out to anyone who has read Kafka’s work. The first is that you imply, without stating it, that I have been accused of antisemitism or that my name is associated with an incident of that kind. But you are also actually more careful since you say that the incident of antisemitic harassment or discrimination is “alleged,” which means simply that the allegation was neither reviewed nor adjudicated but left to stand on its own.”

    Judith Butler to David Robinson, in response to the University of California, Berkeley informing 160 students, faculty, and staff that files containing their names were forwarded to the Department of Education’s Office for Civil Rights in connection to its investigation of antisemitism on college and university campuses. via The Nation.


    Aquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.

    Volquémonos amado mío,

    dejemos caer los remos

    hasta donde la noche no existe.

    Here we converge toward the only star.

    Let’s fall in, love of mine,

    let’s drop our oars

    down to where night doesn’t exist.

    Lacao, Rosabetty Muñoz, translated By Claudia Nuñez de Ibieta