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A year ago, i discovered a photographer about whom I knew nothing and sat as before my eyes unfolding and peeling away, like linen along a taut wire, like the rust’d stain along the Lisboa’s Beficia buildings, as one photograph after another dislodged whatever trickle of doubt i might have then harbored (given in this, day and ag’d time) that a photographer still could sing with a breath that defied a callous heart. The day I drank Moises saman’s pics (only to later see them in “person” during the wpp exhibition), was a day i still hold tightly…a world opened, as if i’d not before understood how to see…

these news stories do nothing but continue to build that hunger, for in truth, the testament of your work is that it continues to leave me hunger-starved and insatiable….it is that fundamental, that poetic, that necessary….

of course all these new essays contain magisterial images and profound grief (the crucifixtion on the streets of havana, the tatoo’d angels, the children lost, the broken and bloodied feet, the worker licking and chewing upon sugarcane-bone, all)...but that Restless Generation Essay is one of the finest and richest and most heart-ache filled stories i’ve seen to come out of cuba….

magisterial, elemental, rise, rise the extraordinary power and beauty of your photographs Moises….

stunned, again…

thanks
bob

ps. email coming soon (i know, 2 month silence, it’s been a big year)....

thanx,

Rosa