Where renown photographer Michael Eastman’s work usually glorifies the nostalgic facades inexorably destroyed in the name of modernization and progress, his Cuba series portrays the decrepitating walls of a place in which progress has been arrested. A place where the present lives in an evidently historical past.
Each photo full of color and traces of the lives lived and long past. Walls dripping with stories told and untold. I stare at each one with no desire to proceed to the next.