Art Space Crispín Vayadares

Last Saturday (March 30, 2013) Art Space Crispín Vayadares (Espacio de Arte Crispín Vayadares) officially opened to the public in Plaza Lucero which is son the corner of Cinco de mayo and Constitución streets, right next to the Temple of Santo Domingo. He opened with a retrospective of his work from his thirty-odd years as a painter. Vayadares has participated in more than one hundred exhibitions both nationally and internationally. He won the Boca Raton Museum of Fort Lauderdale Juror´s Prize in 1993 as well as the Mexican National Legislature´s gold medal for distinguished citizens. He has had articles published of his work in Vogue Mexico, Casas y Gente, Arte al Día, La Jornada y el Financiero. Needless to say, his work can be found in many private and public collections.

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Vayadares´ work is inspired in the rich textile tradition of Oaxaca. As a young boy, he grew up in the Isthmus of Tehuantepec (Crispin Vayadares was born in San Miguel del Puerto, Pochutla, Oaxaca), where he sold gum, candies and fish that the fishermen had given him off the docks of Salina Cruz, in the market place with its over-whelming bustle of smells, sounds, and colors. That was his first unconscious encounter with plasticity, especially the typical attire of tehuana women hawking their wares, swaying their wide hips, a cascade of bordered flowers dancing rhythmically to the ground, as if fallen from heaven. And against a sky of velvet night, cadmium yellow, cerulean blue, crimson, scarlet, alizarin red sparkling like swirling stars become exotic flowers, the embroidery made a world that for many would have been gray, burst with color and form and texture. Thus, Vayadares, deep rooted in memory and nostalgia, weaves color with the paint brush and the spatula until his paintings themselves become lush tapestries, combining animals and scenes from his beloved childhood.
Recently, the artist has begun painting metal comals (the round discs that Mexican women use to make tortillas, memelas, etc.). Each comal is an original painting and speaks to us of hearth, of memory, and of hope. The image of mother waking up before dawn to make the day´s supply of tortillas over her hearth fire is one familiar to many Mexicans. And in a country where hardship for many is a constant, it is also an image of hope.
For those who love Oaxacan art, textiles, and tradition; it would be well worth their while to visit Crispin Vayadares´ new gallery and celebrate with him the vitality of color, of being, and of hope.
By Katherine Wong


2013 “Las Paisanas Llegaron Ya”, Galería Arte de Oaxaca, Oaxaca de
2012 “Amorcito Corazón”, Cámara de Senadores de la República, México
2011 “El Cantar de los Cantares”, Centro Cultural Casa LAMM,
México DF, y Galería Arte de Oaxaca, Oax. De Juarez.
“Esta tarde vi llover”, Galería Casa Colón, Mérida, Yucatán.
2009 “Hasta que la Luna Ya No Sea”, Museo del Palacio, Oaxaca de Juárez.
2008 “La Tierra Prometida”, Galería Arte Actual Mexicano, San Pedro Garza
“Después del Diluvio”, Ex – Convento de Santo Domingo: Museo de
Las Culturas, Oaxaca de Juárez.
2006 “Sobre Las Olas”, Museo de los Pintores Oaxaqueños, Oaxaca de
2001 “El Telar de los Colores”, Galería Estela Shapiro, México. D.F., México.
1999 “EL Canto Alegre de la Vida”, Galería Arte Mexicano, Oaxaca, Oax.
1995 “Caras y Verduras”, Galería Pacífico, Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, México.
1990 “Crispín Vayadares: Obra Reciente”, Galería Arte Actual Mexicano,
Monterrey, N.L., México.


2009 “Entre Paréntesis”, Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Oaxaca.
2001 “Propios y Extraños”, Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Oaxaca.
1996 “Vicio y Virtud”, Museo de la Ciudad, México, D.F.
“Arte del Continente”, Galería NAFINSA Securities, Nueva York, N.Y.
1994 “Arte y Alma de Oaxaca”, Instituto Cultural de México, Washington
DC, e Instituto Cultural Mexicano, San Antonio, Texas, USA.
1993 “ALL FLORIDA OPEN”, Boca Raton Museum of Art, Boca Raton, FL.
1987 “Pintura Oaxaqueña”, Museo Carillo Gil, México D,F.
“Exposición Inaugural” Museo Hermila Castellanos, Comitán, Chiapas, México.
“Encuentro de Pintores de MATAMOROS, QUERÉTARO, JUCHITÁN”
Museo de Arte de Querétaro, Qro., México.



All photos by Alan Goodin
March 31, 2013


Wednesday, March 27, 5:00 pm, free.

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All photos by Alan Goodin

Gil Colgate presented his fourth volume of poetry, “Smokehouse,” Wednesday the 27th of March at 5pm at the Library.

The grope

It was a delicious finger tingling mind blinding grope
That would make me famous, at least that was my hope
But no one would believe me, and she just laughed it off
The police won’t help press charges – they simply smile and scoff
I tried a cross complaint that she had resisted
But the press informed me they’d already desisted
Since it’s all about the press these days: facts are no longer needed
When the press announces, the proof is already conceded.

In my case, Al, my grope was so unimportant as to not even amuse
The press has decided my grope is not news
The lady I groped won’t get much from her defense
Her virtue left her long ago, so she’s now on the proverbial fence
That nothing matters except results and money
That includes truth. Isn’t reality peculiar and funny?

I groped her; at least my memory declares I did. Al, at least I tried
What reason could there ever be to think that I had lied?
But with the press today there is such acceleration
Most events conclude upon the moment of accusation.

The practiced eye.

With practiced eye upon the audience, he said
“I can predict the future.” That got‘em: they blinked.
“Not what will happen to each of you,” he finked,
“But since today is built upon yesterday,
And tomorrow on what happens today
Tomorrow will be very much like today.
And those of you who are alive, tomorrow
Will feel pretty much like you feel right now.
Like: today is yesterday’s tomorrow.
Of course, some of you will die, but those of you who do
Probably aren’t feeling very well today
Yes, accidents happen but let’s talk about
What we can expect.

Nothing really ever happened in the past
Nothing ever happens in the future.
Happenings take place only once: not then, not then.

Wasn’t yesterday pretty much just like today?
Well tomorrow will be likewise, as you slide through
The permitted intervals that constitute a day.
Actually when you think about it, nothing much has happened
Since this earth of ours started cooling and water formed.
Life started – either sparked – or simply
Chemical metabolism. It started, single celled, and then more.
Plants and then moving plants and then thinking plants,
Then animals including us. The planet heats, the planet cools,
The tectonic plates shudder, and with them little games are played.
Three times there are large extinctions of living things,
But the oceans didn’t care. And there will be more – meantimes –
Today is much like yesterday which is pretty much the same
As today. Hope you’re satisfied, ‘cause that’s all you’re going to get.
But, if you’ve heard me or read me – you’re lucky – you’ve lived.
Stretch. Think. Think how damn lucky you are. You’ve lived.
Think of all that hasn’t. Think rocks. Think dirt. Think. You are alive.”
That got’em: they blinked again.

Gil studied poetry at college but upon graduating left for a career that eventually would have to support five children. Upon retiring to Oaxaca ten years ago he started writing full time.

Refreshments will be served.
March 27, 2013.


Laura Anderson Barbata in corrobation with the Museo Textil de Oaxaca’s current show (8 Dec 2012 to 12 April 2013) is “Transcomunalidad: Intervenciones y colaboraciones con comunidades de Zanqueros”. Address: Hidalgo 917, Historico Centro, Oaxaca, Mexico.

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All photos by Alan L. Goodin

STAR OF INDIA-All Photos Copyright, Alan L. Goodin

All photos in this article, “Star of India” were taken at the ex-convento Cuilapan de Guerrerro, Oaxaca, Mexico.

Cuilapan de Guerrero: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Cuilapan de Guerrero is a town and municipality located in the central valley region of Oaxaca in southern Mexico. It is 10 kilometres (6.2 mi) to the south of the capital city of Oaxaca on the road leading to Villa de Zaachila, and is in the Centro District in the Valles Centrales region.[1]

Cuilapan, originally called Sahayuca,[2] has been a permanent settlement since at least 500 BCE. It developed into a city state but was absorbed by Monte Alban until between 600 and 900 CE. After this, Cuilapan returned to being an independent city-state, equal to a number of other important city states in the area.[3] After the Spanish conquest, Cuilapan had a population of over 40,000 people with formidable social, economic and cultural institutions.[4][5] For this reason, a major monastery dedicated to James the apostle was established there in the 1550s in order to evangelize the Mixtec and Zapotec populations.[2] However, the area underwent decline of its native population in the 16th and early 17th century[6] and the extravagant monastery complex would later deteriorate in the 19th century.[7] Today, the town is quiet place with a fraction of its former population and prestige.[4][5] The ruins of the monastery complex remain mostly as a national monument administered by the Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia.[2]

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