I have never been anywhere quite like Havana. Held together by the resourcefulness of the Cuban people, the patchwork of brick, stone and fallen plaster vibrates with an intense energy.
In every crack a plant grows. People, dogs and an array of customized vehicles fill the crowded narrow streets. Life is lived outside and on rooftops, with chess games in doorways and children chasing.
All of this happens against a backdrop of stunningly beautiful architecture, much of it in tatters. Although the decay is pervasive, there are also many signs of regrowth and restoration; evidence of the cycle of life.
My Havana paintings are about that shimmering mosaic of texture upon texture that is so characteristic of this great city.