Last year he returned to his hometown, at least temporarily, Santos Iñurrieta de la Fuente (Vitoria-Gasteiz, 8 July 1950), who had an exhibition in Artium, until 7 January, to enjoy everything I would like to see.

Currently residing in Mallorca since the 1990s. You notice it in the light, in the heat, in the environment. It seems envious. “It usually gets up around six o’clock in the morning. Drink a coffee and go for a walk with Menut. When she comes home, she drinks another coffee, this time with Joana and the entire canine team. He burns a leek. Then, after looking at five or six paintings that paint at the same time, hold on to one. Spend more than ten hours a day on it.” This is what your biography says, Ke you do well in the exhibition catalog. It seems envious.

His exhibition was a festival full of people and animals, painters and characters of comics and strange creatures, all scattered in large-format works, every painting, and even all the exhibition, like the largest matrioska ever known, more people inside the people, more houses inside the houses, more landscapes within the landscapes. A world that never runs out, given as never manifests itself.

“The artist has invited all loved ones to the party and has brought them together in these great triptics.” Francisco Javier San Martín has written the main text for the catalog. “The guests to the feast of Iñurrieta are mostly from the qubista-faust-metaphysical realm, but the binding element that unites them -the narrative plot - is more seemingly closer to surrealism, the automatic association of ideas and the irrational and crossed occupation of space in question.”

The complete freedom for the artist’s game is an admirable kaleidoscope. And light, heat, party.