Some memories of the Havana Biennial 2015 – images from the exhibit “Dentrás del muro” on the Malecón – the seawall of Havana.
There were few tourists in the streets, June was a month of heat, humidity and rain. Only Cubans walked along the Malecón at this time. The press had departed, notes in hand. Those with permission to visit had left, their hearts and imagination lifted, dreaming of their next return.
Children joyfully climbed up into the art to experience it in the way that only those who are truly free can. Their parents took photos. Lovers strolled along the Malecón holding hands, gazing out towards the sea imagining their love will last forever. Those caught in the precious space between the freedom of the child and the chains of the adult collected together with a cheerful sense of belonging to something wonderful. They checked their phones while they sat on the ledge of the wall, laughing, dancing, never suspecting this time will end too. A man played a saxophone. In the street the art became tangible; the structure of its form reached out to the people of the city. It was something concrete to embrace, accessible and touchable for all.