
Fragile Crossing
This group exhibit, entitled “Fragile Crossings”, focuses on the fragility of the human condition, and on issues of migration, social justice, and environmental responsibility. Press
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This group exhibit, entitled “Fragile Crossings”, focuses on the fragility of the human condition, and on issues of migration, social justice, and environmental responsibility. Press

This is Ghada Amer’s FOURTH rendition of her “Cactus Painting.” Showing at the 2022 Nice Biennale, entitled “Les Fleurs du Mâle.”

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

As part of the city of León’s celebration of International Women’s Day, Ghada Amer was invited to present this well-known garden installation that she had

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

Desert X In this third rendition of the “Women’s Qualities” garden, Ghada Amer carves in seven flowerbeds the traits most often associated with women by

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

Thousands of cacti in various shapes and colours impose a virtuoso pattern on the ground, a manipulated and sharp reference to the great tradition of

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
Boris Vian
S’il pleuvait des larmes
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
S’il pleuvait des larmes
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
S’il pleuvait des larmes
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.