Spanish artist José Pedro Alonso Miralles offers poignant commentaries on today’s society. His work narrates his daily encounters with a violent and corrupt reality; his distrust in the institutions and the fragility of life. Grotesque Kafkaesque creatures with elongated limbs and clawed feet inhabit his world: anthropomorphized insects, weird mechanized beings, phallic symbols. They are our worst nightmares come true and as we look at them, we cannot but stare in horror. Alonso Miralles lifts the veils of illusion that cover reality, exposing it like pulsating raw flesh. There are no more lies and there is no way out. We are trapped, like the three football players in “Campeones,” whose arms are missing; and we are alone and destitute, like the man in “Autorretrato,” begging in the street. Alonso Miralles’ surrealist paintings are like Cassandra’s premonitions: truths we prefer to ignore, because they are too scary to be contemplated.