The first time I held an original 1968 solidarity poster, the ink flaked under my thumb like dried tempera on a school mural. Cataloguing the Martínez archive in Vedado, I found sheets where cobalt figures, mustard fields, and raised fists still carried the salt air of Havana workshops.
The Workshop Tradition
The poster workshops of the early 1960s moved with strict collective rhythm. Printers, poets, and organizers weighed every block of colour before a pull; red was never just red, and turquoise was never just the sea.