“On the gallery’s outer wall, a photograph of a landscape devastated by a bombing in Palestine is digitally worked and, in the foreground, Felipe González stands with his gun. The walls of the buildings are full of holes. Felipe holds his drill. The image becomes a painting, the size of a Polaroid. The invitation is done. “Here, I’m in charge”, the artist seems to say, without embarrassment and with tasty malice” – Mara Gama, curator.
“On the gallery’s outer wall, a photograph of a landscape devastated by a bombing in Palestine is digitally worked and, in the foreground, Felipe González stands with his gun. The walls of the buildings are full of holes. Felipe holds his drill. The image becomes a painting, the size of a Polaroid. The invitation is done. “Here, I’m in charge”, the artist seems to say, without embarrassment and with tasty malice” – Mara Gama, curator.

