This painting is reminiscent of my time amongst the artists in Cuba.
The thick brush strokes and bold colour depict a life of fullness. In Cuba there is no time for artistic OCD, no room for anal-retentive precision lines.
There are too many beautiful women and men to dance with, too much beautiful music to listen to, so much culture to bask in.
This painting is reminiscent of a rush, a brush, of life.