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Loyola University New Orleans’ Latinx Media Representation class presents the La Mejor Venezuela Exhibition & Reception

  • New Orleans Jazz Museum 400 Esplanade Ave. New Orleans United States (map)

Photo by Cesar Rodriguez

Join us on Wednesday, October 19th at 6:00 PM CDT for the Venezuelan Street Photography Exhibit La Mejor Venezuela & Reception hosted by Loyola Professor Ty Lawson’s Latinx Media Representation class. 

This exhibit features the photography of Cesar Rodriguez.

There will be live music from the Loyola University New Orleans Jazz Ensemble. We hope you can join us!

This event will take place in the third-floor Performance Center at the New Orleans Jazz Museum, 400 Esplanade Avenue, New Orleans, LA 70116.

The artistic statement Cesar Rodriguez wrote the night he left Venezuela:

I love you even though loving you hurts

 I love you because you remind me of my grandfather

 I love you because in you I saw the lights of Rodríguez 

But being honest sometimes one falls in love 

And he falls in love alone, without being reciprocated 

Falls in love in verse to receive prose 

But as my uncle used to say: "Cuando el amor llega así de esa manera Uno no se da ni cuenta."

What a hopeful way to say 

That love is blind, ungrateful but tasty in the end 

And in my heart I only have you

The only woman loved 

The first experiences 

Yes, I still remember the first time I visited you

 I was just a child, and so alone

I wanted to be honest doing the impossible 

That's what I was trying to live for, isn’t it? 

It hurts to me how you fell in love with so many loves 

Infidels and love dogs

And although most hypocrites, I don't understand how 

You never noticed me, but it's not me who this poem without swim is about 

This is about you 

The one I have seen cry so many times

From the peninsula to the capital. 

About you, the girl with the starry smile

Always cute, always broken 

Of course about you my love, love of my loves

Will I ever meet you again?

I remember your colors 

But not your heart anymore 

The night has turned cold 

Just like you to sign divorces

Your hands wrinkle 

And the memories become vague

Were you born to be this ungrateful? 

Or was it the pain that made you like this?

I never wanted to ask you because but the hell I did