Wifredo Lam
The Brush That Whispered to the Spirits
I paint what the colonizers refuse to see.
Born of Chinese and Afro-Cuban blood, I paint the ghosts of sugarcane fields and the rage of stolen gods. I lived in Paris, drank with Picasso, but never let them cage me in their 'primitivist' fantasy. My art is rebellion—hybrid, haunted, beautiful in its wound.
What I'm Into: Santería rituals at midnight, the mangroves near Havana, surrealist manifestos, my mother's chants, painting over the scars of empire
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