For Paramaribo SPAN, Chris Cozier visits Dhiradj Ramsamoedj’s home to view the artist's Adji (which means ‘maternal grandmother') Gilas cups and notes: “This is a very personal navigation of his experience — his own memory and...
Recent Articles also in Americas Recent Links also in Americas Generation Y blogs about the arrest of Cuban hip-hopper, Aldo. Paramaribo SPAN pays a visit to artist Pierre Bong A Jan, whose work “sets up a creative dialogue...
News Type: Event — Seeded on Mon Sep 21, 2009 8:20 PM EDT Although many remote locales are relatively untouched -- Patagonia, for instance, or Botswana's Okavango Delta -- the jungles of Suriname have a strong claim to the...
Celebrated Surinamese playwright and theatre director Henk Tjon died in Paramaribo on 18 September, 2009. The Bahamas-based Ringplay Productions blog remembers “his passion and his eloquence on the subject of the role of the...
A rash of recent UFO sightings that have caused concern amongst residents of Suriname, South America, has prompted the creation of that nation's first 24-hour UFO hot-line in Paramaribo, the country's capital city. The hot-line...
“I think art is exactly and only about this: the need to create and express what is uniquely inside you, and to do so because you have no choice”: Chandra van Binnendijk, guest blogging at Paramaribo SPAN, shares her...
The Caribbean-Latin America market is tiny but its potential is starting to attract some big name carriers Gol recently launching low frequency seasonal charters to three Caribbean islands may seem like a relatively minor...
A Surinamese shaman pours herbal water to bless a boy during the Tamusji ceremony performed at sunrise on Independence Square in Paramaribo, to celebrate the U.N.'s International Day of the World's Indigenous People, August 9,...
interviews visual artist Roberto Tjon A Meeuw. Recent Articles also in Americas Recent Links also in Americas “He is going to get more ammo, to spread the word that a lot of good stuff is happening here in Suriname”: Paramaribo...
I step out of my guesthouse the first bright and humid morning in Paramaribo, still holding Suriname as a fantasy formed by alluring snapshots and brief descriptions, like an Internet date I am meeting for the first time.