I sincerely think that the space generated by artistic production and research is essential for life. At least for mine. Starting from this existential motto, I observe the images of these artists and they fill me with emotion, especially when I observe something that catches my attention because I don't understand it at first sight. Exactly like when you look at a person and you understand that there is something mysterious there that calls you, but you don't know why. Is it a void, devouring everything that comes close? Or is it some mundane technical effect? It is not so simple to define. Lol. These artists I have chosen vary in subject matter, technical qualities, poetics, language and facture. I have been attracted to them for different reasons, but the main reason has been the enigmatic nature of their images: I see them through a curved screen, 14,239 km (or so Google tells me) away from Melbourne and Sarchí, Costa Rica, where I am at the moment. About 16 hours in the past. I always use this phrase to describe what I think when I talk about art that interests me, and I'm sorry if you've heard it from me before, it's from the Chilean writer, Roberto Bolaño. It comes in his book, Los detectives salvajes, or Estrella distante, I don't remember:

'With his back turned, looking at a point but moving away from it, in a straight line towards the unknown.'