“Artist Luis Cruz Azaceta at the New Orleans Museum of Art,” The Times Picayune
Notice the poor little man splashing around near the bottom of Luis Cruz Azaceta’s painting “Swimming to Havana.” Even if he were to somehow escape the high cement walls of the angular pool of water that contains him, he’d still be trapped in the maze of jagged abstract shapes that twine around the edges of the canvas. There’s no way out. Not physically. Not psychologically.