In the summer of 2021, I participated in a project that involved artists from different countries not taking part in a show by coming to an opening and bringing their artworks accompanied but by receiving a box containing the gallery and shipping it to the following location, until reaching for complete circulation. The gallery has since traveled across seven countries, then, the unfortune will have it, had me as its last recipient. I decided not to open it. I am all about magic and mystery, after all. I picked it up, went to the post office, and somewhere right in the middle of it, I decided to sit for a coffee.

That was the last time anyone saw the gallery. I now have only a memory of it. The gallery routes are no longer known to me or anybody else. They are now subject to speculation. One can only imagine: where it disappeared and how. It is now in the hands of contingency itself.