Eduardo Ponjuán proposes a strange galaxy, whose center is a Sputnik chandelier with 24 lights. In this unreal world, the objects and the synesthesia that they project and provoke mix together to create passages of love and desperation, sadness and solitude, forgetting and desire. He aims to manipulate by deviating the gaze, not from its indelible form, but from its function: old vinyl records, full of love songs, are piled on top of one another like columns of unrest, crowned with little birds, reinventing a kind of fountain [Cuando vuelvas a quererme, ¿Sí o no?/When you love me again, Yes or no?]; an irregular block of aluminum foil extends its lower part towards the base of a dining table, on top of which is a thick pane of glass, maybe a lake and mirror [Iceberg]; a forest of fragrant pines, arranged on two Isamu Noguchi style tables, recreates a Lilliputian scenario of nature, crossed—by a river or an abyss? [Black Ice].