In-between, a night in Havana
Cuba: Havana, Fidel, Che Guevara, old American cars, Spanish colonialist
architecture, cigars, music, dance. But what else is there behind these intensely promoted clichés? Mirrors, reflections, broken lines, hard shadows trapped in a jungle of textures. My neighbor, my mother, my street corner, a sense of familiarity disrupted by the night.