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It’s 10:30 a.m. on Monday, June 7 as I walk into Linda Castellon’s art-filled living room.
“How are you?” I ask as she embraces me and kisses me on the cheek.
“I’m a little buzzed,” admits the stately, dark-haired beauty. “I just found out they’re taking my father off all the machines, so I drank a couple shots of tequila.”
Linda’s father Miguel Castellon was one of Fidel Castro’s confidants and collaborators in the 1959 Cuban revolution, an idealist whose hopes for a free and independent Cuba were dashed as Fidel moved ever closer to a Communist dictatorship. He eventually fled the island with his family (Linda was born in the U.S.) as his views continued to diverge dangerously from El Jefe’s.
“I know, but that’s life,” says Linda, her dark eyes trying gamely to appear bright. “People die. My father’s 78, and he was a partier and a half. He lived a full life.”
“Were he and Fidel close?”
Though Linda’s never been to Cuba—she promised her parents she wouldn’t go until after Fidel was dead because her family name remains on an Anti-Castro watch list—her life is inextricably entwined with the tiny island nation. In fact, I first met Linda when she was doing a Cuban food lunch demo at Sustenance Cooking Studio, the location of her exhibit that opens this Saturday, June 12 from 4 to 8 p.m. with Cuban fusion food and live music. The public is invited.
The best way to describe Castellon’s paintings is expressionism, and indeed some of the canvases look as though they’ve been attacked by a feral animal! One even has a knife sticking out of it—I kid you not! She’d never painted before two years ago when she purchased oil paints as a way to deal with Jeremy’s death.
Despite a lack of instruction, or maybe because of it, the emotion in Linda’s paintings is palpable. Some images border on the disturbing.
Does she think the urge to create will disappear just as quickly as it came?
“No, I don’t think so. It’s become such an outlet, a way to connect to my spirit. I don’t think I could shut it off now if I tried.”
Glen Starkey takes a beating and keeps on bleating. Contact him at [email protected].