Caribbean Spirit

If you were to one day see a child spilling over with grins and recognize the passion combusting in their eyes, magic flaring all over their skin- would you still believe this beauty if you saw where they came from was not alike? There are places that carry so much pain and struggle that we sometimes expect those that live there to be the same. I think it is because of this that they are even more beautiful. Who is to say that these places are removed from these people? These people from these places? I have seen so much dignity strike me in the streets of Jamaica, Cuba, Barbados… I find such sassiness, such love, such redemption. It is their gentle quietness, their bold movements. Their rousing friendships. I see heroes in little girls being mothers to their sisters while their mothers are out being even greater heroes. I see culture connecting generations. I see the universe throw back its head in laughter and oneness with them. I take their photographs to honour the divineness of Caribbean people; I see their resilience in all their glory.