Public art is ubiquitous in Havana and it’s interesting. There was even an entire street, Callejon de Hamel, displaying folk art pieces inspired by adherents to Afro-Cuban religion of Santaria. Check this out…
There was other public art that caught my eye in the city:
This piece, called Primavera, stopped me in my tracks as I was walking down the Malecon:
Chicken anyone?
I jumped in a taxi to check out Fusterlandia, named after an artist (Jose Fuster) who’s slowly turning his suburb of Havana into a Gaudi-Picasso masterpiece/nightmare depending on your perspective. It started with his house and he’s been slowly re-scaping the neighbourhood. He gets no support from anyone other than what he makes by selling ceramic tiles to tourists. These photos are of his property and and the adjacent properties to his.
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