Registración de su Negocio 1995

"Rodolfo Tejera Design, Inc."


Rodolfo Tejera Design, Inc.

Incorporated by Rodolfo Tejera, Rodolfo Tejera Design, Inc. is located at 833 West Ave Miami Beach, FL 33139. Rodolfo Tejera Design, Inc. was incorporated on Friday, October 13, 1995 in the State of FL and is currently not active. Rodolfo Tejera represents Rodolfo Tejera Design, Inc. as their registered agent.

San Francisco, California

36. Lenin Drinking Coca-Cola


Rodolfo Tejera

Silkscreen, 1980s

San Francisco, California

10023

    Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Russian revolutionary and the first head of the Soviet Union, is shown drinking a coke. Designed by a Cuban artist while in the U. S., the artist is making an ironic statement about the attraction of “forbidden” Western products. In 1972, Pepsi signed an agreement with the Soviet Union that made it the first Western product to be sold to Russian consumers. Coca Cola was considered synonymous with capitalism, and was only legally sold in Russia after the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991.

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Ocala Star-Banner 1989

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ARTIST'S IDEAS KEEP CLUB FRESH

By Catherine Wilson

Associate Press Writter

    MIAMI BEACH - A three-headed dragon glares down on club-goers, its red eyes flashing over the bar, its 33-foot green and red body hanging above the hallway and its tail suspended menacingly above the dance fllor.

    The fantasy came fron the mind of artist Rodolfo Tejera. The reality is the centerpiece in the new Chinese temple interior at the trendy Club Nu in Miami Beach.

    Tejera is a Mariel refugee who dropped out of sociology school in Cuba with the dreams of the United States. He arrived by fishing boat in Key West in 1980 on forged travel papers and spent five years in San Francisco's underground art scene before returning to Miami and stumbling 1½ years ago into the design job with the 18,000-square-foot high-tech nightclub.

    "I walked in the door ane day and said give me some money to make you a wall," said the 37-years old set designer and sculptor. "From there, I was working."

    With two weeks to go before the new set was unveiled, Tejera was almost chain-smoking as he stood in a dark, dusty workshop, the gutted shell of the former Beach Theater. Its sea-blue plaster ceiling is frayed at the sides, and pigeons nest on its outer edge.

    Scattered across the concrete floor are the Chinese-style columns to fet over the club's posts; larger-than-life plastic foam statues of a priest, warrior and pagan goddess to cover a 27-foot wall; five wire-mesh framed Chinese figures for the club stage; Asian dog statues; bas-relief wall tile made from imprinted clay; Oriental screens; and red ceiling ornaments.

    "On this one, we have three weeks of research and two months of work, not even two months," said Tejera whose black jeans and tennis shoes are covered by fine dust. He spent time in the library, the Chinese consulate and with Chinese friends as the ideas developed.

    "What I'm looking for is quick, impressive." Working with the clay mold for the tiles, he said, "You just play with it when you have it in your hands."

    It took 18 hours to frame the dragon with its 20-foot wingspan. He needed to finished the dragon by heating its plastic sheeting and then spray painting it.

    Many of the designs are based on a harvest temple in the Forbidden City and a mountain temple near the Yellow River.

    A console lighting system will vary the color scheme every 45 minutes to the decor a different look even on the same night.

    The club opened in 1987 with an ornate Egiptian theme, was trasnformed at one point into Atlantis and most recently was an 18th-century palace parlor, complete with cream-colored fireplace relegated to the workshop again.

    While most clubs will spend $250,000 every three or four years on mayor renovation, Club Nu spends about $70,000 per set and changes them every three or four months. Special "environmental installations" also are prepared for one-day events such as Halloween and fashion shows.

    "This keeps the club fresh. When the people come, they're always amazed the club has changed in such a short period of time," Tejera said. "The sets definitely bring people in. Every time you change the sets, you see the sales going up."

    A crew of eight to 10 professional artists, painters, sculptors and carpenters prepared the Chinese set, and the frenzy leading up to the move to the club is wearing on Tejera.

    "Now I don't have time for my own things. I've planned to change the oil in my motorcycle

for three weeks," he said. "Always the last couple wekks is intensive. You sleep three to four hours."

    Meanwhile, club owners are planning to take the old sets on the road, setting up concerts around Tejera's traveling designs. His raw workshop also will be used for special events when he puts his tools away.

    And Tejera is just beginning to think of what he'll do next at the club. He has whimsical images of candy sticks and ice cream in mind. But it's all hush-hush right now.

Back to work.

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Fofy Zayas

La mamá del gordo Rodolfo Tejera, Margarita Busquet habló con mi hermano en el 72 para que le consiguiera un trabajo al gordo. En ese tiempo yo iba mucho a su casa, y Ofelia su tía ya era profesora de Jesús Menéndez. Su abuelita Ofelia, y la profesora Ofelia Busquet fueron náufragos del barco Morro Castle, donde falleció el padre de Ofelia y Margarita (el abuelo de Rodolfo) y recuerdo que ese fue el más impresionante de todos los relatos que me hizo la abuela, porque me lo contó con lujo de detalles.

Roberto Lam, on September 10, 2008, said:

Raymond: La historia de los Busquet es bastante SAD, yo solo conocia parte de la historia, si recuerdo un naufragio y la muerte del señor Busquet. Esa casa de la esquina de 21 y 36 era para mi y para los fiñes de la cuadra un misterio, Fofy y yo somos unos años mas jovenes que ese grupo pero al final como ves en la foto, logramos alcanzarlos en gustos y afinidad. Ahi en esa casa vivian, la Abuelita del Gordo, Margarita, Ofelia y Rodolfito, recuerdo que en el patio hicieron una piscinita o estanque en la cual los muchachos jugaban con soldaditos y barquitos, eso lo conservo en la memoria, tambien habia unos pinos que siempre ensuciaban el agua. Quizas Fofy tenga mas elementos sobre la casa del Gordo, la mama margarita, tenia un carrito de color azul, era pequeño y nunca supe el modelo.

raymond2512, on September 10, 2008, said:

El carrito de Margarita se quedaba parado a cada rato, y todos los muchachos del Maza salíamos a empujarla... jajaja era divertido. Tampoco sé el modelo, pero actualemente soy igual, sólo conozco el modelo de un auto cuando le veo la insignia o leo el nombre, de lo contrario estoy perdido.

Fofy Zayas, on September 10, 2008, said:

Era un Ford Ingles le decian Prefert, claro asi sonaba en nuestro español, no se como se escribe en ingles, todo lo que dicen es cierto, en ese viaje del Morro Castle NY-Havana, viajo el abuelo(era Medico de ese barco), el capitan del barco fue Robert Wilmott, Ofelia (la abuela) y Ofelita la hija (hermana de Margarita) esta ultima no fue a ese viaje por un motivo que ahora no logro recordar, pero si recuerdo que fue pura casualidad que Margarita no viajara, el barco tuvo un extraño final, su capital aparecio muerto en su cabina y hubo tormentas, naufrago en la travesía y la abuela y Ofelita se salvaron, no asi el abuelo, la abuela Ofelia a partir de ese entonces cobro una pensión por su esposo fallecido, Ofelita nunca se caso y solo tuvo un novio que se le vio vestido de marinero y era americano, hablo de antes del 59.

Fofy Zayas, on September 10, 2008, said:

Algo mas del Morro Castle.

Raymond2512, on September 10, 2008, said:

Fofy, muy interesante la historia en el link que colocaste y coincide con las partes que me contó Ofelia la abuela de Rodolfo. Ella tenía un salvavidas y tomó de un brazo el cuerpo del Dr. Busquet que falleció tras lanzarse al agua, y en el otro tenía a Ofelita que era una niña. Margarita no viajó porque había enfermado y el padre entendió que no debía hacer el viaje. Cuando se acercaron las embarcaciones de rescate después de haber pasado la noche en el agua, le dijeron que subirían solamente los vivos y ella tuvo que soltar el cuerpo de su esposo.

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Ana Graham wrote:

Candy Darling is right. Wet Paint Cafe came around about a year after Rodolfo Tejera RIP set up Wet Paint which was more a piece of art itself than a gallery. Every room was an installation, i remember sleeping in the Telephone Room with a broom to quiet the rats when they got too rowdy. The House would change it’s exterior from month to month, nobody cared as most of our neighbors contributed in some way. The parties were sometimes dangerous with trips to the hospital or county jail. Too many to list but for the closing night party (which I opted out of) the house was literally torn down, ropes tied to the columns and pulled by cars.

CK wrote:

Is there any facebook for the old Wet Paint house? How did Rodolfo pass? I used to visit him alot and I was part of the demolition party "…what a wild night. I have lots of pictures from that time so may start a group of my own. Any info is appreciated…I gather by the post he did pass away, how sad. I hadn’t seen him since 1989…

Inger wrote:

Rudolfo Tejera (UFO) died of AIDS, sadly. I used to live with him at the wet paint house 86-88 and i have several pics of him and his work and from a showing he did in NYC i went with him to. I want to do a facebook for him and am looking for any input and images. He was truely one of the founding artists of the Miami Beach scene and unbelievably talented.

Xavier Cortes wrote:

I also knew UFO , I also spent time at The Wet Pinat House.

Tripped there with Vince,Alba,the greyhound,,Inger,Marianne,

Cheryl and The Prom Sluts. I was there tripping when the White Riot skins tried to burn it down in their madness.

I became an artist there , under the care of UFO.

I will never forget you , old friend.

iZZI wrote:

I knew Rodolfo Tejera and his family since the beginning of the 70´s from Cuba, we were good friends and worked together at the ICAIC studios in Cubanacan, as a matter fact he was the one who got me the job.

Some of his neighbor friends are in Miami now and we have been wondering about his wereabouts and causes of death, and luckily I found a Blog about the Wet Paint House in Miami and with it articles and photos regarding him.

Last time I saw him was in Feb. 1979 when I said goodby to him and left the Island, then I lost contact with him, till I moved to Miami a few years ago and started having contact with old friends, and wonder about Rodolfos life. Some belived he was still in California, others say he is living in NY, and others heard rumors about his death. But now we know…anybody knows where he was buried?

Any input about him will be welcome.

Inger wrote:

He died in New Orleans. Marianna (aka marrianne) was the last to see him, that is how i found out about his demise. She said his ex girlfriend was there but she didn’t have any other information. I wish I knew where some of his work was. I went with him to a show of his in NYC in the late 80’s and I know he sold stuff. Anyway, that’s all I have. Thanks Izzi for posting that, I am glad that he is well remembered. He was one of the most interesting people i have ever known.

Izzy wrote:

Thank you Inger, I’m trying to get the most info about Rodolfo as I can, there’re friends in Cuba that want to know more too. He got no family alive no longer. His mother and aunt pass away a while ago and they did not know about his death…all this is very sad, and I want to know all I can and pass it on to his friends.

Is Marianna around? or his ex-girldfriend? What is her name?

If someone knows, please contact me with any info or pictures at my e-mail address: udig@aol.com or post it here.

How nickname UFO came up?

Inger,can you send me any pictures of him, his work, etc,? I will appreciated and shared with his friends.

Thank you all.

Shayne wrote:

Ah, Ufo was a character..in a good way..he let me stay at the wet paint house for a few months while I worked at the Christmas Place near the Omni hotel. Ufo was a blunt man, he would tell you if you were making art or making rubbish. I’ll never forget those interiors he did for Club Nu—the dude worked his butt off and while I don’t know how much they paid him, the owners got their money’s worth and then some…

I too was at the wet paint house demolition…almost smashed the circuit breaker with a sledgehammer but someone stopped me. It was a great time to be stupid but not that stupid.

Thursday, December 24, 2009 at 9:18 pm

Fotos del Barrio

Rodolfo "El Gordo" con la familia Zayas. Circa 1958.

Luis "El Hierro" y Rodolfo. Circa años 70.

Rodolfo y amigos. Circa años 70.

Rodolfo y amigos sentados en un banco en

el medio de la calle. Circa años 70.

La casa donde vivio Rodolfo.

Foto reciente tomada por Roberto Lam.

Morro Castle - The Victims

Busquet, Dr. Francois. Havana, Cuba. Chief Radiologist of Emergency and Polyclinic Hospitals in Havana, His wife and daughter Ofelia, survived the disaster. Dr. Busquet and his family jumped from the ship together but after several hours in the water he died in their presence after saying "I can't go on."

Recuento de los Sobrevivientes Busquet

    Dr. Francois Busquet of Havana was traveling to New York with his wife, and daughter Ofelia, 16 when they found themselves trapped aboard the burning liner. Mrs. Busquet composed a brief account of their experience a few days later:

    The three of us jumped together, Dr. Busquet, I and Ofelia. We hit the water so hard that the lifebelts smashed against our heads with such force that we were practically knocked out for several minutes. When it was obvious we'd be in the water a long time we held hands.

    After riding the waves together for many hours, my husband suddenly gasped "I can't go on!" It was terrible. Shortly after he was swallowed up by the sea, the City of Savannah loomed upon the horizon.

El Apocalíptico Naufragio del Morro Castle

Por: Luis Enrique Ramos Guadalupe

    La historia naval de Cuba reúne acontecimientos de incuestionable historicidad por su connotación patriótica. Otros hechos se han hecho notables por su significado anecdótico o por estar relacionados con grandes tormentas o desastres de diverso origen, que concitan el interés general. Uno de esos eventos trascendentes es el ocurrido al trasatlántico Morro Castle, cuyo nombre ha pasado a la lista de las grandes catástrofes en el mar. El Morro Castle era un crucero de 11 300 toneladas de desplazamiento y 503 pies de eslora, propiedad de la célebre consignataria Ward Line. Su sistema de propulsión estaba integrado por dos poderosas turbinas de vapor, de 16 000 caballos de fuerza, que le permitían mantener una velocidad media de 20 nudos (36 kilómetros por hora). Como toda embarcación de su género disponía de espaciosos restaurantes, tiendas, salones y cámaras de varias clases y verdaderos apartamentos de lujo. La tragedia que marcó su fin tuvo lugar cuando la hermosa nave estaba por llegar a las costas de los Estados Unidos, por la costa de New Jersey, procedente de La Habana.A eso de la medianoche del 8 de septiembre de 1934, sin que nadie se percatase, se originó un fuego en la elegante biblioteca de la nave, situada en la cubierta C, el cual se extendió rápidamente hacia otros salones aledaños. Esto es, al menos, lo que recogen las versiones más generalizadas acerca de lo ocurrido. En esa cubierta se hallaban también un salón de estar y una sala de escritura.Tres horas después, en la fría madrugada del Océano Atlántico, la luz y el calor de las llamas fueron detectados, seguidos por la orden de abandonar la nave. Esta terminante decisión nos induce a pensar que en ese momento ya el siniestro había alcanzado grandes proporciones y se había hecho incontrolable. Los camareros, mozos y demás miembros de la dotación cruzaron los corredores, llamando a los ocupantes de los camarotes. Al tocar, decían a los adormecidos pasajeros: ¡póngase el salvavidas y suba a cubierta!Pero al llegar a las plataformas superiores, los viajeros encontraban un panorama marcado por el caos más absoluto. Pocos atinaban a obedecer las instrucciones de dirigirse a los botes de salvamento, pues las recalentadas planchas de acero hacían imposible el caminar sobre ellas. Gran parte de los pasajeros se lanzaron al mar, escapando del fuego... pero cayeron en aguas gélidas como hielo recién fundido: una mortal paradoja que parecía ideada por el más refinado de los verdugos. Mientras tanto, la planta radiotelegráfica transmitía sin cesar la trágica señal de auxilio.Numerosas naves acudieron en socorro del buque en llamas; la motonave City of Savannah recogió a varias decenas de náufragos, y otras embarcaciones hicieron lo mismo. Aún hubo tiempo de que el remolcador Tampa, ya detenidas las máquinas del Morro Castle, le hiciera llegar varios cabos y le remolcase hacia la costa como una antorcha flotante. Finalmente, el gran navío quedó embarrancado frente a la costa de Ausbury Park.Entonces comenzaron las especulaciones sobre la causa del incendio; unos opinaban que se debió a la caída de un rayo cerca de los tanques de combustible, y otros elucubraron que la nave había sido saboteada colocando un dispositivo de ignición dentro de una pluma de fuente dejada en la biblioteca. El investigador Thomas Gallagher llegó a señalar, 25 años después, que tal dispositivo había sido efectivamente colocado allí por George W. Rogers, radiotelegrafista-jefe en la nave. Curiosamente, el capitán del Morro Castle, Robert Willmott, había fallecido en su puesto de trabajo, horas antes de desatarse el fuego, víctima de un infarto cardiaco. Por entonces, Willmott cumplía un año de casado con Mathilde Howe, a quien había conocido en el mismo barco, mientras la dama regresaba a Estados Unidos procedente de La Habana. Lo verdaderamente contradictorio entre todo es que el navío estaba provisto de detectores de humo y un sistema de extinción de incendios a base de reactivos químicos; por ello se le tenía como una nave absolutamente segura. Hoy sólo nos queda la incógnita que se bifurca entre la casualidad y la intencionalidad.En su fatal travesía de septiembre de 1934, el Morro Castle transportaba 558 personas, entre pasajeros y tripulantes; de ellos murieron 134. Un joven y brillante deportista cubano, nombrado Frank De Beche, campeón de natación, pereció en el siniestro; minutos antes de lanzarse al mar había entregado su salvavidas a una joven nombrada Rosario Camacho León, que carecía de ese dispositivo.Renee Méndez Capote, colaboradora del periódico El Mundo, quien después sería una conocida escritora, también viajaba en la nave. Renee pudo contarse entre los sobrevivientes porque el camarero estadounidense Carol Prior tuvo similar gesto para con ella.Y antes de concluir, una última coincidencia: como se ha señalado antes, el naufragio tuvo lugar en 1934, el 8 de septiembre. Ese mes y ese día coinciden con la fecha en la que en Cuba se celebra la festividad de la Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre, patrona de la Isla. Según la leyenda, la imagen de la Virgen fue hallada a principios del siglo XVII por tres humildes pescadores, sobre las aguas del mar... en medio de una tormenta.