In this work, Francisco depicts old age as a window towards nothingness. The subject has his back turned from the inescapable view. His form is immobile, maybe even resigned, but his arms cling to himself, hinting at willfulness and refusal. He has yet to strip himself down and face what is to come. He wears a wizard hat, a reference to the common portrayal of wise old men in fantasy, but also a reference to nostalgia — “the pain of an old wound”. His age is scattered throughout the scene: the sagging bed; the wrinkled textures; the frayed cloth; the canvases used up, but unfinished (lives are never completed, only ended). His bed is unmade and he declines to lie in it.
Filipinos are intimate with the knowledge of the sea as both life-giver and destroyer; we are fragile bodies, like our own scattered islands, at her mercy. The subject now edges off from the shorelines: unable to return to his youth on the island, but also unable to let the sea consume him. Yet, whether he embraces or fights the currents, the sea is waiting, and the sea will come to claim what is rightfully hers.