Un cuerpo en soledad

Solitude was always there—silent, waiting to be seen. First a struggle, then a heavy journey, and finally a quiet end where it stopped being an enemy and became the most faithful shadow.

“Un cuerpo en soledad” is not a story about a figure inside empty spaces, it’s a confrontation with the spaces that open inside a human being. These photographs inhabit the exact moment where the self fractures: when the weight of existence becomes too heavy to hold upright, and the body folds into the ground not out of weakness, but out of recognition. Each frame captures the silence that lives beneath noise, the shadow that appears only when one is finally still. Solitude here is not a condition but an intruder, a mirror, a witness—an entity that strips away every illusion of control until only the raw truth remains. In these ruins, the body becomes both the last shelter and the last battlefield. The series unravels the slow collapse of resistance, the quiet violence of acceptance, and the strange, unsettling grace found in surrender. This work does not ask what solitude does to a person—it reveals what is left of a person when solitude is the only thing that stays.