The second edition of Venezuela’s International Festival of Arts and Disability, “DiverFest,” will take place from November 2 to 21, featuring performances in dance, theater, and pantomime, alongside workshops, talks, and virtual activities focused on cultural inclusion. The European Union (EU) delegation in Caracas announced on Tuesday that it is supporting the event in collaboration with the organizers.

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The festival will be divided into three phases. From November 2 to 6, the first stage will focus on direct engagement, research, and the exchange of knowledge with individuals with Down syndrome.

Between November 11 and 15, there will be an intensive program of dance, theater, and pantomime, as well as workshops, discussions, conferences, and book presentations. According to the EU, these activities will center on art, disability, and technological innovation as applied to this sector.

The third stage, scheduled for November 17 to 21, will be primarily virtual, with the exception of an in-person closing event. It will include workshops on inclusive dance and the use of sign language in theater, with activities specifically designed for people with disabilities, those with limited mobility, or those living in other regions of the country.

¡El arte no tiene barreras ni etiquetas! 🎭✨

🇻🇪🇫🇷🇪🇺 La segunda edición de El DiverFest, el Festival Internacional de Artes y Discapacidad de Venezuela, presenta tres semanas de talento, música, teatro, danza y diversidad.

Conoce aquí la programación: https://t.co/59enHoDEHn pic.twitter.com/xB4SBdEUDR

— Unión Europea en Venezuela 🇪🇺🇻🇪 (@UEenVenezuela) October 27, 2026

The text reads, “Art knows no barriers or labels! The second edition of El DiverFest—the International Festival of Arts and Disability in Venezuela—presents three weeks of talent, music, theater, dance, and diversity.”

Partnerships and Community Participation

DiverFest is the result of a cooperation project between Producciones DV and the French Embassy in Venezuela, with the support of the civil association Apoye. For this edition, the festival has expanded its reach by bringing in the EU delegation in Caracas as a new partner.

The first edition was held in 2025; since its inception, the event has been dedicated to highlighting, promoting, and empowering the artistic talent of people with disabilities, fostering cultural inclusion and equal opportunity through the performing and visual arts, the European delegation noted.

Meanwhile, the Kümelen Day Center will present an arts festival titled A Journey Through Time ( in spanish Un viaje en el tiempo), featuring individuals with functional diversity. The event will bring together music, dance, theater, and audiovisual media at the Sala Payró in the Teatro Auditorium.

The program will include a tango performance coordinated by Germán Suárez, a choreographed piece set to Astor Piazzolla’s “Adiós Nonino,” a theatrical adaptation of Alice in Wonderland, the audiovisual projection Changing Channels ( in spanish Cambiando de dial), and a stage production titled Between Seasons ( in spanish Entre estaciones). The event will conclude with a musical performance by the guest group Aunquinco Malambo.

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