Milena and a wicked song for Havana

In Milena’s paintings, the city revolves. There, in that little world that the artist recreates, Havana shows it face, retouched and perverse, with the loud and discordant murmuring of incomprehensible streets, and the “look” between picturesque and terrible of the urban fauna, tingling through life. Is sweet and though Milena’s Havana. Space of…

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HAVANALANDIA, a look around

In one of my saturday walks around Old Habana, I found myself near “El callejón del chorro” in front of lovely tiny paintings with a different taste, I got enchanted by it’s primitive detailed delicacy. Small little jewels not letting anything escape in it’s effort to reflect the city. A…

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