Art

Stefan Johansson

14 Jul, 2011 | Andrew Cummings

Stefan Johansson was born in Sweden, and before coming to La Paz he lived in New York with his wife and child. He’s an artist-cum-illustrator, and is currently working on an illustration book on the A...

Tony Suarex: A Life Less Ordinary

16 Nov, 2010 | Lorange Dao

Tony Suarez. A name most people in La Paz know and associate with his eclectic photographic corpus. But did you know that this man had a life as eclectic as his pics? Born in Cochabamba...

Gabriel Barcelo: Simple Mind

16 Nov, 2010 | Andrew Cummings and Sharoll Fernandez

‘The artist’ emanates an exclusive aura. We kneel and revere, expecting him to exude a kind of spirituality, and ‘the artist’ responds by first cultivating the enigma and then finall...

Mamani Mamani

22 Oct, 2010 | Andrew Cummings

Waiting ages for an interviewee to turn up for the second (yes, second) time isn’t exactly my idea of fun, but when said interviewee one of the most famous artists to come out of Bolivia, I’d happily...

MALABARISTAS We meet the street artists of La Paz

22 Oct, 2010 | Sarah Lund and Erick Trillo

The Malabaristas are not to be found labouring discontentedly behind a substandard bar. No, they ply the traffic lights of La Paz, entertaining the motorists with all sorts of mischievous...

A Wondrous Wander through La Paz : An errant gringo’s Artistic Pursuits

22 Oct, 2010 | Jack Brooker

It’s barely my second day in La Paz and my priorities have become ap- parent: mustering enough oxygen to find my way around, and simply surviving the shooting ranges that are paceño zebra-cr...

Viñetas con Altura

27 Aug, 2010 | Lorange Dao and Tanja Roembke

Although we arrived more than 30 minutes late to the MUSEF (Museo Nacional de Etnografía y Folklore), where Viñetas con Altura was being held, the conference had not yet begun. An eclectic selection o...

Comic Encounters: La Paz's Comic Artists

26 Jul, 2010 | Edwina Popescu

Extreme hill-climbing was apparently inevitable in the quest for fine Bolivian modern art. After the heart-splittingly steep trek up the calle Blesario Salinas, I could taste the blood at the back of...