Cuba says goodbye and pays tribute to painter Ernesto Rancaño

However real and unavoidable it may be, death is not a truth that is easily conceived. If it comes at the wrong time, mowing down a life in full effervescence, then it is frightening. Ernesto Rancaño was joined by an ailment that warned us of his soon farewell, an unacceptable idea.

 

It was hard to believe that, offering so much life, color and beauty, from a thrilling work of high stature, the artist could bid farewell to a world in need of human beings as transcendental.

 

A country today mourns the man, the colleague, the complete creator who painted the poetry that provided his talent; the one who, before choosing the artistic drive, dwelled on the subtleties that would thrill those in love with the homeland. He painted not one Martí, but many, as if the voice of the Apostle never ceased to speak to him and to enliven his ever-ready vocation.

 

 

Rancaño is gone, and there is no greater tribute than to follow his example.

 

 Others will come who, inspired by the beauties of this Island, will recreate heroes and birds; and they will use, as long as their chests tremble, the firm colors of the Cuban flag. And it will be inevitable to find in them the teaching of this great patriot.

 

His lineage of a just man, sheltered by the good, will live in his paintings. Enlightened by Marti's doctrines, as he will be art among the arts. Great and upright, like the Master.

 

(Taken from Granma)