An Art-Lover in Cuba: A Fictional Photo-Essay
Sarah A Smith
Information Studies 208: Development
of Cultural Information Sources Using Digital Multimedia
Professor Howard Besser
Arriving in Cuba
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I am on a plane to Cuba. I am going to study the art in Havana. (Elian says my trip will do more to finance Cuba's military dictatorship than benefit the art world.) |
| The first thing I see when I walk into my hotel room are towels arranged in interlocking hearts. |
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Not having anyone to share my great capacity for
loving with, I jump up and down on them, leaving a few nice shoeprints. It was
all great fun until I got out of the shower the next morning and had no clean
towels. Wet and dripping, I crack open my door and holler for hotel service to
please bring me a towel. A man eventually complies. He probably got a good look
at my nearly dry nakedity before I shut the door.
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I stroll through a downtown park after breakfast to clear my head. |
Over the next several days, I scour Havana, snapping shots of various types of art. The murals captivate me for hours.
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There are also textual, as opposed to pictorial, statements painted on walls,
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| and many posters, as well. |
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| I almost knock over a representation of people on a bike while staring at a Cuban hottie and get cursed at by a nearby shop owner. | ![]() |
I clutch my camera to my chest and walk quickly away, not stopping to take any more photos until I fortuitously enter a plaza where festivities are taking place. An overview of art forms is not complete without costumes!
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The saga continues... [page 2]
Jump to: "Una Gota de Agua" [page 3]
or "Going Home" [page
4]