Each Alexandre Conefrey’s exhibition brings with it an aura of the event. He is an artist whose presence has been rare for a long period — at a time when visibility, tension, intensity and the proficiency of his work had reached a climax — and is an author whose pace has accustomed us to always expect the unexpected.

This time we get a set of landscape drawings — let’s call them that for now, for the sake of easiness — made with colored pencils.