Havana transforms the iconic street life of Cuba’s capital into a spectral memory field. Classical architecture collapses into reflected haze, while vintage cars dissolve into floating fragments of history. What was once grounded becomes aqueous—evoking time’s slow erosion of form.

This work rejects linear narrative in favor of perceptual accumulation. Street, car, and figure are no longer scenes to witness, but impressions to absorb—traced in teal, cobalt, and rust. Within this layered atmosphere, Havana is not shown, but remembered. Like a fading radio signal or the trace of a dream, it transmits a city that no longer stands still.