You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
The Haiti That Still Dreams. The country is being defined by disaster. What would it mean to tell a new story? By Edwidge Danticat. New Yorker, April 23, 202
“Nou se wozo / Menm si nou pliye, nou pap kase.” Even if we bend, we will not break.
Those in the show, beginning in 1954, are flurries of impulsive line in pencil, crayon, or paint—sometimes mostly erased or overlapped with white house paint—which seem barbarically formless, yet are perversely graced with sensitive touch and texture. Like Zen koans, these drawings not only defy comprehension but stop it dead.
[…]
Twombly’s best works are permanently embroiled in the present tense of their making; they would be just as fresh if created today or tomorrow.
Peter Schjeldahl, Drawing Lines, 2005
Mary Jacobus, Tate Papers Autumn 2008.
Target the Sun, Ramin Djawadi, 3 Body Problem (Soundtrack from the Netflix Series).
when a gaze picks out
the shape of a deer
from the surrounding moor
it is as if something
within the deer
an embarrassment of content
had risen to the surface
[…]
Flight Across the Heather, Thomas A. Clark
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
So We’ll Go No More a Roving, Byron
“a kind of purple/blue that makes you think not of sadness but of wonder” Kincaid
Wikipedia article on Adler Guerrier was made public today. With an appropriate not-easy-yet-emcompassing sentence.
“The exhibition Adler Guerrier: Formulating a Plot, showcased a large number of photographs, sculptures, drawings, prints, and collage work to contextualize Miami not only as a geographical site but also as a nuanced sociocultural territory through its arts production, politics, urban and natural landscapes.“
“To write a blues song
is to regiment riots
and pluck gems from graves.”
Haiku, Etheridge Knight
“… so my soul can sing”
Feeling Fucked Up, Etheridge Knight
| the past never a fixed and dormant landscape but one that is re-seen. Whether we want to or not, we are traveling in a spiral, we are creating something new from what is gone. Ocean Vuong This sudden access to terrestrial madness illuminates his heart: he begins to think about the other Caribbean islands, their volcanoes, their earthquakes, their hurricanes. Suzanne Césaire In the current exhibition, wanders a never fixed nor dormant landscape, Adler Guerrier continues an exploration of landscapes, gardens, and verdant salons as places for interrogating the conditions for flourishing, prompting deeper reflection on awe, imagination, and cultivated hope that keeps us living. Adler Guerrier lives and works in Miami, Florida. Recent exhibitions include Adler Guerrier: Wander and Errancies, Crisp-Ellert Art Museum; Des grains de poussière sur la mer, Friche la Belle de Mai; I drank words submerged in dreams (23rd Bienal de Arte Paiz), Guatemala. Guerrier’s works can be found in public collections including ICA Miami, Pérez Art Museum Miami, Walker Art Center, and Studio Museum in Harlem. Gallery hours are Monday through Wednesday, 1 – 6 pm, and by appointment. For inquiries, please contact marisa@marisanewman.com |