Ghada Amer continues her clay work in another residence at Cerámica Suro Studios in Guadelajara, Mexico (15 March – 30 April, 2024)

Ghada Amer - Clay sculpture, Guadelajara
Ghada Amer - Clay sculpture, Guadelajara

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Ghada continues to explore clay and sculpture in Mexico at the well established Cerámica Suro where she has in the past produced some of her well known pieces, including her THOUGHTS series.

We look forward to featuring some of this new body of works soon.

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Sahar Amer
Sahar Amer (Ph.D. in French, Yale University, 1994) is Ghada Amer’s Director of Communications and Principal Content Writer. She has collaborated with Ghada Amer on a number of projects, including “The Encyclopedia of Pleasure,” “Majnun,” “One Hundred Words of Love,” and “The Words I Love the Most.” Prior to this role, she was Professor of French and Arab Studies at the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill (USA) and Professor and Chair of the Department of Arabic Language and Cultures at the University of Sydney (Australia). Her primary research interests focus on the relations between Arab and Muslim societies and the West, and the notion of borders (cultural, linguistic, historical and geographic), not as elements of separation and division, but rather as fluid spaces of cultural exchange, adaptation, and collaboration. She has published several academic books, dozens of book chapters and journal articles and received prestigious honors and awards.
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