“In the thoughts of the son who paints lives the father who used to paint — the one who drew on the back of the letters through which they maintained closeness across the distance.

The son inherited that sensitivity, not because it ran in his blood, he says, but because, in the end, one person’s gaze is born from the other’s, and it was present in the air they breathed. In this exhibition, father Alberto and son Gaspar are together once again, face to face as in that first encounter — the moment of birth — forever etched in memory. From that moment on, the father’s life was filled with events and creation, with affection across distance, with elegant marginality, authenticity, and the knowledge of how to remain standing, even after losing several fingers during the Patagonian winter. The father’s life is gone, but his message remains in the son: ‘Forward, Gaspar — always forward.’ Time does the only thing it knows how to do: pass by, without stopping to see whether or not we are keeping pace, with nostalgia as the only window overlooking a past that increasingly resembles mist within dreams. After death, distance becomes insurmountable and meeting points inaccessible… except through art. Now the life of one has been transferred into his work; the two speak to each other once again, and that longed-for reunion — the one we believe impossible until some moment in the afterlife — happens here and now. Father and son reclaim what is sacred: each other’s company, even within silent words. Alberto and Gaspar speak to one another today, so far away and yet so close.”