21 September 2008. Mist against hills at dawn, Campenile's ghost. Single runner, turning for an moment, then gone...
Candombe, in the Barrio Sur, Montevideo, a century past. Recorded by Pedro Figari--who began these paintings only in his sixth decade. From childhood memories--the Bakongo Kings and Queens, crowned on new shores, in hidden rooms... Later, drawn from life--in friendship--his skills as a lawyer, marshalled in their defense...
A people's past, revealed in the sweep of the dance. A hand held just so--palm down, in peace, or raised to the brow--a warding off. Incorporated, in the most literal sense. Lives re-lived--remembered and wished for...
Legacy of earth...
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