I am from ebony skin and broken tiles
Salsa energy and pungent cigars
Irresistible color and streets of old
I am from beauty. Decay. Faded elegance.
This is my home.
I wrote this poem a year ago and now I find myself roaming the streets of Havana gaining a deeper appreciation for culture, brotherhood, and how it feels to not have Wifi at your finger tips. I am keeping the box I checked when booking my flight, denoting my intentions to visit this country, at the forefront of my mind. Selecting People to People Exchange may seem like just a formality but to me it meant so much more. It was an honor to learn from my Cuban brothers and sisters while making every effort to leave any person, place, or thing better after an encounter.
After returning to the States, I wanted to create a series of abstracts to reflect my time here in Cuba. My goal in creating Hues of Havana was to go beyond the surface of environmental inspiration, colorful buildings, and ladies in bright garb--Here is this city of old, I found an undeniable kinship and solidarity. Hue-mans sharing in the beautiful struggle of preserving their hue-manity and culture in the face of adversity. We share this connection and I was overwhelmed to hear, "you are family".
A desire to feel and connect with the heartbeat of my community is my journey expressed through through visual art. Enjoy!
Click here to check out my latest summer series of mini framed abstracts inspired by the hues of Havana!