I found Cuba to be an interesting country historically and artistically. The art that my wife and I viewed was exciting, fresh and different in many ways. One of the things that really registered with me was how often we found ourselves surrounded by a bygone era as if time itself had stood still. This reality struck me one afternoon while stopped at an intersection in Havana. Sitting comfortably in the back seat of a 1957, 4 door Chevy with only one handle to roll down the windows, I looked around at the surroundings which was dominated by old buildings and nothing but vehicles from the 40’s and 50’s, I nudged my wife and asked…“what year is it?”. From a distance these cars look like beautiful, vintage cars but on closer inspection they reveal their character and the amount of effort the owners have put in to keep these metal beasts running with spare parts and the ability to just order them difficult at best. When we visited the country it was experiencing a moment of freedom and hopes of a new tomorrow. Unfortunately this was not to last and Cuba became for me a place that I loved but could not return to given it’s oppression of it’s arts community.

One of the most interesting and beautiful places we have ever visited and some of friendliest, nicest, most innovative people it as been our pleasure to meet.