what shadows reveal
stories told, a fragile dance
among the ruins
A shadow through a portal in old Havana, many beautiful buildings in various stages of decay. The monies from tourism are being used to restore many of the architectural gems in old Havana.
for Rebecca...haiku my heart
and now the amazing world of Jose Fuster...a kindred spirit of Isaiah Zagar's Magic Garden, Anado McLauchlin and Gaudi
perhaps my favorite place in Cuba...
the amazing Fusterlandia...the artist has created a magical world with tile and painting that fills his entire neighborhood, more than 80 of his neighbors homes, parks and fences
wonder filled from every angle
we enjoyed our 'welcoming cocktail'...a Cuban tradition we are dearly missing, at this lovely table
layers and layers reaching 3 stories high
and fanciful arches up and down the block
a couple of Fuster pieces came home with us...do you see a resemblance here?
and this a gift for Tess...shhh, don't tell her
We returned from a pretty amazing trip to Cuba where we experienced a lot of what Havana has to offer. It's a complicated place that has the feel of a decaying old world city with pops of lively contemporary art and music. I'll be sharing much more in the coming days so stay tuned!
These are a few images from Callejon Hamel, the artistic playground of Salvador González Escalona
in the words of the Cuba Junky...
"In reality, the Callejón de Hamel is a heavy load of poetic images and sculpture that you have to live through, as you have lived it in the rumba, in all of the goings on that take place around it. This is, for many, a thing of magic, because it is the result of a conversation with the orishas over a period of many years. It's where you can see landing that white dove of Obbatalá that flies and flies and flies until it finds its place here."
we were here too late to experience the Rumba music that fills this alleyway every Sunday but did get to experience the art and images born of the Santeria...the most practiced religion of Cuba
Paula's photo
looking right and left along the alleyway revealed small bars and little gallery spaces.
and always something more that grabbed the eye...
It was a place full of rich imagery and strong emotion.
Here I am.
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