Tríptico Desolador No.1

Medium: Acrylic and Charcoal on Canvas
Dimensions: 48 x 72 in.

The man walks upon nothingness, holding onto threads that disappear into the void. He does not know who holds them on the other side—if anyone does at all. He clings to them as his only certainty, an echo of his former will. But in this universe of shadows, where everything is illusion and entrapment, are these threads his salvation or the strings of his enslavement?

This triptych is a visual threshold into the world of La Parábola, where humanity, shackled to an invisible machine, has condemned itself to amnesia and submission. On the left and right panels, hunched figures, their bodies entangled in lines like the creeping vines of an imposed fate, symbolize the weight of forced obedience. They are flesh trapped within a system where thought is dangerous, memory is a burden, and resistance is a sentence.

At the center, the lone figure standing upon the water, suspended between reflection and reality, is a symbol of the man who begins to awaken. He has started to see the cracks in the world around him, to question who pulls the strings, who designed the theater of shadows in which he has existed. But awakening is not immediate liberation—it is a painful process: the realization that the prison is not only outside but also within.

This triptych is not just a vision of oppression but of the struggle for consciousness. It is a testimony to those who, like me, have seen the face of the Castroist machinery and felt its weight on both skin and mind. It is the story of a paralyzed nation, of bodies bent by fear, of souls suspended in uncertainty, of a people trapped between forgetting and the desire to remember.

Charcoal and acrylic merge in layers of shadows and veils, like strata of history superimposed without erasing what came before. Each stroke is a wound; each empty space, a question. This is the language of those who have lived under the yoke of absolute power and have managed to see beyond the veil.

Where Could This Work Be Exhibited?

Desolate Triptych No.1 is not a decorative piece; it is a statement. A collector with an affinity for symbolic and political art will find in this work a visual testimony of silent resistance, a mirror of the internal struggle of those who have been forced to forget who they are.

For an interior designer, this triptych could be the centerpiece of a space for reflection, a library dedicated to critical thought, the living room of an academic, a philosopher, a writer in exile, or an art studio where truth and memory are fundamental pillars. It could also occupy a place of honor in a museum or gallery that showcases art as a means of resistance and testimony to the fight for freedom.

This is not just a triptych, it is a crack in reality. It is the precise moment when, after 10,000 years of slumber, man begins to awaken.