Lita Cerqueira’s photographs are a result of sensitivity of a gaze. Wrought in the anguish and acuteness of repressed people, but proud and patient ones, with the magical dimensions of this civilization that is in progress, a fourth dimension in the life of inspired nations such as Brazil. I am well acquainted with this confluence between desire of a tropical artist and the unpredictability of our willful gods. I am an artist, just as Lita is, also black and also from Bahia, and I know that her photographs are a miracle of a gaunt attentive eye tended by the inattentive eye of gods in a trance.
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