The Source of Inspiration
“It’s 1855. I arrived in the dead of night to Cartagena’s dimly lit main plaza. The sleepy colonial town had been transformed into a Carnaval by everyone’s merriment. Violins and basses were played artlessly yet with ferocious joy. The theatrics, dance, and mimes attracted dwarfs and giants (gigantonas), animals and reptile-like monsters. Under a building of fissured splendor, the little devil’s exalted mascarade, panting tricksters and dancers, dark, yellow, or colorful figures of persistent diversity, incited anarchy in a night full of latent music."
Alejo’s take on explorer Eliseo Reclus’ arrival to Cartagena in the mid-XIX century.