I stopped believing in the official reality a long time ago. The walls listen, objects remember, and the ghosts correct my mistakes. In this exhibition, I briefly open the door to the basement where it all happened.

You will find a media immersion where collage paintings were handcrafted in collaboration with entities that no longer breathe; a work whose mere handling may trigger small catastrophes; a mural of improbable connections where coincidences cease to exist; chaos-magic objects collected before they were invented; and non-existent devices built to solve problems that have not yet happened.

Do not look for answers. The answers belong to their archives. Bring only suspicion, because every conspiracy begins at the exact moment someone decides to call it imagination.