EXISTIR
In Cuban life, two words chase each other, merge, and often overlap: Existence and Resistance. The first is a condition, the second a choice. It is in this fragile space between what is endured and what is decided that this work comes to life. The older generations are slowly, silently ceasing to exist. They have stopped resisting. They have remained trapped in a mechanism (that of communism) that once promised justice and security. Today, however, it holds them prisoners in a reality that can no longer even guarantee them dignity. They live on memories and resignation, awaiting an end that seems already begun.
The younger generations, however, resist in order to exist. They fight every day to build a future in their own country, trying not to give in to the temptation of emigration, not to vanish into another world. They live poised between hope and frustration, between roots and escape. Two worlds. Two ways of being in the world. Sometimes separate, sometimes intertwined, and sometimes inverted. Through this photographic project, I try to convey this dual movement: the silent surrender of those who have given everything, and the stubborn resistance of those who still believe that staying put has meaning. Because, ultimately, resistance is the first act of existence.
