Past, Present, Future

“Past, Present, Future”…

The telegraph poles — three crosses.
Three times.
Three generations.

On the first — the Past.
The figure is tied, nailed, yet enduring.
This is the generation of stooped shoulders, of heavy hands — people who carry life as a burden, not as an opportunity.
They are those who have known hunger, wars, construction, tightening the belt with wire.

On the second — the Present, further back, smaller.
Still tied.
Still on the stake.
But now weary, not heroic.
Here there are no ideals.
There is survival.

And the third…
The Future is farthest.
Barely outlined.
Still a cross.
Still a pole.
Still awaiting a human figure.

That is, the story continues.

But look at the lines…

The pole is not just a pole.
It is the cross of the modern world.
We no longer are crucified for faith.
We are crucified for energy, for progress, for factories, for cities.
Our bodies are intertwined with the wires, as if we are part of the system, not of nature.

And behind them — the city.
Gray. Faceless.
Like a factory of destinies.

And everything is terrifyingly quiet.

No screams.
No blood.
No dramatic gesture.

This is not a crucifixion.
This is resignation.
The most terrifying of all.

This drawing says:
Man always tries to rise above himself.
And always ends — tied to his own invention.

The past carries us.
The present holds us.
And the future waits — to see whether we will be humans or
conductors of meaninglessness.

Lia