When I visited Havana in 2006 for the bienale, there was so much to see, and so little time. But always there was an air of expectation, of waiting to exhale, of waiting, just waiting.
These small sketches were done on the move.
I was in the back of a car, and fast sketched as we sped along the malecon, the giant sea wall that was stage, bed, fishing post, and barrier to the people who used it, to watch the ocean and wait.
Looking at them now (I have about 24 sketches) I remember the beauty and intrigue of that place and people, who continue to watch and wait.