Murillo cementes his pieces, solidifies himself in the power of something as volatile as the word, and proposes to the world not a puzzle but a mosaic of dead ends that enchants by the beauty of its maze, elevating the reader not by offering the answer, but by questioning the need for the question.
Murillo cementes his pieces, solidifies himself in the power of something as volatile as the word, and proposes to the world not a puzzle but a mosaic of dead ends that enchants by the beauty of its maze, elevating the reader not by offering the answer, but by questioning the need for the question.