In the summer of 2021, I participated in a project in which artists from different countries took part not by coming to an opening and bringing their work, but by receiving a box containing the gallery and shipping it to the next location — until it completed a full circulation.

The gallery traveled across seven countries. Then, as misfortune would have it, it reached me last.

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 in the middle of it, I stopped for a coffee.

That was the last time anyone saw the gallery.

Its 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.