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Ghada Amer named new Arts Council of Princeton (ACP) Long-Term Artist-in-Residence

Ghada Amer - Arts Council of Princeton
Ghada Amer - Arts Council of Princeton

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Last November 2023, the Arts Council of Princeton has named Ghada Amer as a long-term artist-in-residence. For the next two years, Ghada will be using the studios of the Arts Council in Princeton (NJ) to produce a new body of clay and print works. We will be sharing with you some of that new production as it becomes available. 

Congratulations, Ghada!

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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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