SAlÓn is an exhibition space with a by invitation program for artists, curators, galleries and institutions, to present projects and exhibitions within the complex of Salón Gallos.
SALÓN x joségarcía, mx
hotel trinidad
Gustavo Monroy, Yolanda Mora, José García Torres, Manolo Rivero, Germán Venegas, José García Ocejo, Leandro Soto, Diego Gutierrez / Kees Hin
September 17 - November 14, 2020
"My obsession with art is not about my own art, but the one of others."
M. Rivero
It was the summer of 2006 the first time I visited Merida, I arrived directly to check-in at the Trinidad Hotel after having traveled more than 1,500 kilometers by road. The hotel was on Calle 60 and 51 in the center of the city. A place full of works of art, antiques and curiosities located throughout the site with a chaotic and whimsical order; what had been the showroom of an automotive agency was used as a hotel lobby which connected with an art gallery and an antique shop. There were plants, fountains, sculptures and glass spheres creating an eclectic and surreal tropical atmosphere.
Meanwhile Manolo, the owner of the hotel, was preparing for his next and what would be the last trip of his life. A few days later he would travel to Asia where he would take the opportunity to buy more rugs, handicrafts and curiosities for his hotel and gallery which he handled simultaneously blurring the boundaries between one and the other.
Manolo Rivero, gallerist, collector and art lover, was born in Merida, Yucatan in 1941 and died while flying over the Atlantic Ocean in 2006. Among his many projects, perhaps the most relevant and to which he devoted the most energy and affection to, was Hotel Trinidad named after his mother, and which more than a hotel served as a true cultural and social center with great influence in the eighties and nineties. Manolo with a peculiar and eccentric lifestyle for his time, being admired and recognized for his great contribution to the art of the region and also for supporting Cuban artists of the 1990s during the Castro regime was himself an artist that generated special environments and connections through the art of others.
More than ten years after that first visit, I decided to return to Merida, this time to live here with my family. Then, I began to try to understand and reconstruct Manolo's influence on the cultural life of the city. Here, in the old factory of Don José Rivero -Manolo's father-, which we have transformed to conceive a set of cultural initiatives within the former Avena Rivero’s industrial warehouse, is where this review of his legacy takes place.
For the inaugural exhibition of SALÓN, the program of exhibitions at Salón Gallos, we brought together a series of works of art and objects related to the hotel and its founder, trying to remember the essence of that mythical place.
I hope you enjoy this exhibition along with the current and future programming of Salón Gallos, which I like to imagine, Manolo would have enjoyed visiting.
José García Torres
Mérida, Yucatán, September 2020
EL REY
Julian Schnabel, Daniel Daza
September 17 - November 14, 2020
For the moment, my name is Reinaldo Arenas. The Justice Department has declared me stateless, so legally I don’t exist. I live on the edge of society, in any place in the world.
I’m homosexual, anti-Castro, and I’m not religious.
R. Arenas
Reinaldo Arenas was born in Aguas Claras, Cuba in 1943, he was a novelist, playwright, and poet known for his magic-realism works and his opposition to the dictatorship of Fidel Castro. With the exception of his first book, Celestino Before Alba (1967), all his novels and essays were published outside of Cuba during a period of exile of more than 10 years after being persecuted by Fidel Castro’s government due to his sexual preferences. He finished writing his autobiography, Antes Que Anochezca a few days before committing suicide in New York City in the winter of 1990.
Arena’s autobiography was the starting point for the script of Before Night Falls (2000) a film by American artist and filmmaker Julian Schnabel, which portrays Arena’s life from his childhood in Cuba, the discovery of his homosexuality, his development as writer, the oppression he suffered under Castro’s government, until the exile in the United States and, finally, his own battle against HIV / AIDS.
Due to the restrictions of the Cuban government, most of the production of the film took place in Mexico, using Merida, Progreso and El Puerto de Veracruz, as locations, which simulated different scenarios in Cuba. During the filming of Before Night Falls in Yucatan, Schnabel, together with his family and friends, as well as actors from the film, including Javier Bardem and Johnny Depp, stayed at a mansion owned by the family of the Yucatecan gallerist and collector Manolo Rivero in Itzimna. During his time there, Schnabel made a series of works which were exhibited in an improvised exhibition in the dining room of the house at the end of his stay.
For El Rey, one of the three inaugural exhibitions of SALÓN: the exhibitions program at Salón Gallos, we have attempted to reconstruct that intimate exhibition in 2000 and additionally, include a series of photographs by Mexican photographer Daniel Daza, who worked together with Schnabel documenting the process of the film. Facsimiles of a selection of short stories in the Arena’s autobiography are distributed throughout the space, thus generating a container of different narrative layers of the same story from different moments and points of view, which intertwine and coincide in Reinaldo Arenas.
LEGADO NATURAL
Vanessa rivero
September 17 - November 14, 2020
In Legado Natural (Natural Legacy), artist Vanessa Rivero extends and refines some of the fundamental principles of her creative process: the (necessarily artificial) distance between the social construction of nature and its only apparent cultural counterpart; the relationships between human gesture, the zoomorphic archetype and matter; the examination of the conditions inherent to the Western evolutionary and biological discourse, and the implications of these paradoxes with regards to the current environmental crisis may well be the conceptual and methodical coordinates of the artist.
We can appreciate this in the work's installation. You will see drawings characterized as wooden sculptures, whose presence has been calibrated toward an indicial and primal meaning; being forms that sometimes crepitate as Mesoamerican, sometimes as First Nation, and sometimes as personalities made out of tzalam and cedar wood that simply compel you to reckon them as existent. Without cognition, but with personhood. Such are the functions of these archetypes also in their mural propagation. You will see the space woven by monochrome genetic units in which Rivero modulates the surrounding space from gestural geometries; always muscular, always fragile.
Vanessa Rivero deploys an allegorical field described by archetypes in which the graphic, (like the genetic) has the ability to bend and connect forms with temporalities. It is no coincidence that Rivero's installation connects with the memory of ancestors and legacies; his grandfather José, his uncle Manolo. Identities that today recur and revive in the pleat that the artist submits to the exhibition hall, its history and accidents; to other people's pieces and her own, to a memory that sleeps within the matter and acquires personality in the space.
Once incorporated, the drawing takes on the room creating stories, rescuing the history; both emerging from the love for the family’s memory. Love as a mysterious technology of spatio-temporal connections, one that can be fully explained neither from evolution nor from cognition. An atavism or a crease in the meaning, a first symptom of something that leaves us speechless. This is how the artist approaches her memories and materials; with total uncertainty about their future, with absolute awareness of an abyss that may or may not be real. You have to try to know.
Javier Fresneda
Mérida, Yucatán September 2020
Los edificios crecen como ruina antes de levantarse
Claudia Fernandez
28 november - January 10, 2021
In the jungle there are many mouths to feed, therefore food is fought over. We must do the impossible to go unnoticed by the predators of the predators and our predators. To achieve this, sometimes we are butterflies; others were less creative and evolved to have the same colors as toxic insects; thus, they did not have to develop the poison, but they are disguised to deceive the enemy.
Rainforests are the heart of the world's biodiversity and although they barely occupy only 2% of the Earth in the middle of the
narrow tropical strip, they are the home of more than half of the alive beings of the planet. It is a unique system that houses millions of micro-ecosystems. It is estimated that a single hectare of tropical rain forest can contain 42,000 species of insects, 807 of trees and 1,500 of plants ...
For nature it has been a gesture to accommodate so many plants and animals in so little space, and it has succeeded, creating a constantly sculptural three-dimensional world. movement. As in any multifamily, there are "those below, those in the middle and those above." In this way, many species can live in the same tree, have related lives that depend or not, on their interactions with other beings, and yet never see each other; as could happen in a modern building. In a world of intricate relationships, you compete to the death for an invaluable commodity: light. That is why the one who wins the race is the one who reaches the roof first to sunbathe. In these forests the canopy can be fifty meters high, which implies a long journey for a little tree that barely germinates.
Getting closer, moving away, are an integral part of the small moments in life, from macro to micro, like the subtle change of shade from one flower to another; and how the small inhabitants of these stems change their place or look for better and cooler areas to continue their work. Claudia Fernández (Mexico, 1965) leans back to perceive the isolated shadow, to try to portray when approaching in this pictorial installation, a world that is struggling to survive. Like an acetate that we forget in the dust and when the time comes, we return to it when time has passed and it is too late to recover the washed-out sound of the oil grooves that each copy has.
So the rivers, so the palm trees, so the red-kneed tarantulas, snakes, frogs, that every day disappear without leaving any trace to the human eye. But there they were, vanishing in the afternoon steam that emanates from the river and melts with the roof of the trees in a rain that lasts two to three weeks. It is a greenish ghost that shows itself daily, that it is there, that it lives.
Maybe ghosts are inherent in our eyes… we just don't want to see them. They are not the painful memory of an existence that left, it is a being that slowly goes away in silence oblivious to our concrete ceilings and invented needs for oil, plastic and paraffin. Perhaps you see these fabrics make us remember like a photo taken from the trunk, that there are all those Worlds that we decided to ignore and that have no entrance or proximity in our speed and uneasiness.
Gabriel Escalante
Mérida, November 2020.