His late paintings and prints often feature solitary figures in bare, geometric rooms. The emptiness of these spaces mirrors the internal silence of grief and ageing. Gone were the frenzied, screaming forms of the 1950s; in their place came still, contemplative figures, alone, confined, and surrounded by voids of colour. This sense of separation became central to Bacon’s mature style.
For Bacon, isolation wasn’t just loneliness; it was a truth about human existence. He once said that “we are born alone and we die alone,” and his late works seem to accept that fact with quiet clarity. The figures sit in their cages, not as victims, but as witnesses to the passage of time, stripped of distraction, facing only themselves.