In 1959, The Revolution gave us wings to fly, in the 80’s as Communism fell , our wings melted, and we fall, like a bomb, into our solitaire Island. Ikarus, was coincidentally the name of the Hungarian cars being used in Havana’s public transportation at that time. This pictures were done during my commuting time to and from Graphic Design School. As I write, we’re still falling down, and haven’t yet touched ground.
Born in Havana, one day he got a camera as a gift from his father, it was love at first sight, he started to take pictures right away, then he discovered the masters of photography, meet some of the best cuban photographers, and learn from them, tried everything, every method known to take, make, develop and print pictures, till that day he took a workshop with actual VU Staff Photographer, Pablo Cabado, thanks to this "Dialogue with Photography" workshop, he discovered the work from William Eugene Smith, Robert Franck, Bruce Davidson, Jim Goldberg, Eugene Richards, Gilles Peress, Robert Doisneau, Walker Evans and many more, watching those images, and listening to the interviews of those great photographers, he felt he was born to do this, to document life with a camera, and started to do it on the streets of Havana, Cuba, at his early 20's and never stop since then. "To take pictures of ordinary people, has been, and still is, extraordinary to me." Alfredo Betancourt.