
QR Codes Revisited—LONDON
This exhibit will showcase some of Ghada Amer’s newest body of abstract works, a complete re-examination of an Egyptian textile appliqué tradition long associated with

This exhibit will showcase some of Ghada Amer’s newest body of abstract works, a complete re-examination of an Egyptian textile appliqué tradition long associated with

In this newest body of work, Amer takes on a traditional Egyptian male textile craft in which richly colored appliqué panels were used to decorate

A Woman’s Voice is Revolution This will be Ghada Amer’s first retrospective in France. Presented across three key venues in the port city of Marseille

After a twenty year absence, Ghada Amer finally returns to London with a brand new solo exhibit at the Goodman Gallery. Featuring a garden installation

The Women I Know Part II is Ghada Amer’s inaugural solo exhibition with the gallery. She will present a new series in which she creates intimate, painted and embroidered

The Women I know, Part I series is the latest development of Amer’s superimposition of figures and text, a visual approach she started to experiment with in

Ghada Amer marks the history of art using alternative methods and tools associated with the work of women. She features archetypes of happiness, love and

Internationally known for her embroidered canvases, Ghada Amer focused in the last years on creating works out of clay. On thin panels, Amer paints with
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Sur la terre entière
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Sur la terre entière
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