Ghada Amer, Mia, 2026

Ghada Amer: A New World

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Curator: Adam Welch

This solo exhibition marks the culmination of Ghada Amer’s three-year Anne Reeves Artist Residency at the Arts Council of Princeton (2024-2026), generously supported by Timothy M. Andrews. The residency extends a decade of sustained experimentation in which Ghada Amer has continually expanded the material and conceptual parameters of her practice, moving between painting, sculpture, and ceramics to explore the generative possibilities of form, surface, gesture, and process.

Over the course of the residency, Ghada Amer’s sustained engagement with ceramics has led to an increasingly nuanced command of the medium and opened new possibilities within her broader artistic language. Rather than treating clay as a departure from painting, she approaches it as a site of continuity and transformation, translating painterly gestures into volume, relief, and abstract forms. In this process, the distinctions between image and object, surface and structure, and art and craft become deliberately unstable.

The works emerge from a productive tension between intention and contingency, gesture and material, control and chance. Amer’s ceramic practice foregrounds the physicality of making while simultaneously questioning the hierarchies that have historically separated painting from craft. Her vessels, wall works, vases, and abstract compositions function not simply as experiments in a new medium, but as an expanded field in which the languages of painting and ceramics intersect, overlap, and transform one another.

On view are Amer’s most recent works, including ceramic wall plates, vessels, vases, and newly developed abstract works (regulated Thoughts series). Together, they offer a view into an evolving practice in which material experimentation becomes a means of rethinking both the possibilities of painting and the status of the ceramic object.

S’il pleuvait des larmes

Boris Vian

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Lorsque meurt un amour
S’il pleuvait des larmes
Lorsque des coeurs sont lourds

Sur la terre entière
Pendant quarante jours
Des larmes amères
Engloutiraient les tours

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Lorsque meurt un enfant
S’il pleuvait des larmes
Au rire des méchants

S’il pleuvait des larmes
En flots gris et glacés
Des larmes amères
Rouleraient le passé

S’il pleuvait des larmes
Quand on tue les coeurs purs
S’il pleuvait des larmes
Quand on crève sous les murs

Sur la terre entière
Il y aurait déluge
Des larmes amères
Des coupables et des juges

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Chaque fois que la mort
Brandissant les armes
Fait sauter les décors

Sur la terre entière
Il n’y aurait plus rien
Qu’les larmes amères
des deuils et du destin.