Conversations between Magritte and an unknown artist of Swabia

La mosca con que me obsequia ese artista anónimo de Suabia cada vez que me aproximo al retrato de una de los Hofer me introduce en la periferia de un escenario voyerista que reinventa los márgenes con el centro de la mirada. 

 The fly given to me by that anonymous Swabian artist, whenever I get close to the woman’s portrait from the Hofer family, places me at the periphery of a voyeuristic stage that reinvents what is marginal with the center of my gaze.