Bugallo, with the fictions that the language of painting offers him, looks again –at the light of his own mirror- the dark and mysterious fictions of painting from other times, when the artist kept to himself the secrets of his craft and only left the expression of his models.

The artifice of nature doesn’t exist anymore. Leonardo’s Gioconda "resembles" the painting of Leonardo’s Gioconda more than anything. And the most "similar" thing to the painting of Leonardo’s Gioconda is another painting, made by some modern artist, about that old Gioconda by Leonardo. Language is language. And Bugallo plays with this: he puts light into shadow. He calls fiction by its name. And he recognizes that art is so intimately linked to our general perception, that it is almost "nature".

María Elena Ramos