The land, the light, city buildings, narrow streets and colors of Cuba were all new to me. The characters, the music and busy crowds grabbed my attention in every direction. Ancient structures crumbled, upright cannons blocked traffic from streets, used booksellers featured old Che Guevera posters and communist history texts, wheelbarrows of used building materials rumbled by.
Painting was almost an afterthought. I was distracted and entranced by so much that I often neglected to take photographs, instead partaking in my experiences wholeheartedly. Here are four of my finished works, each one an effort to keep my feet from dancing to the constant music and another effort to control my quivering hand after too much delicious and very strong Cuban coffee. If you want to know where caffeine comes from, go to Cuba.
In the Shade of a Colonnade, Havana 12x9 oil on canvas ©2016
Crumbled Chapel, 12x9 oil on birch panel ©2016
In the storm, Old Fort in Cojimar, 12x16 oil on birch panel ©2016
There's a Missile in There, 5x7 oil on Arches Huile ©2016
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