In our cultures we have innumerable attempts to grapple with the abysmal question of origin. We can trace these attempts in writings, images, sometimes indecipherable codes or traces of all kinds; they will refer us to a dark nucleus, an incomprehensible nothingness, to the memory of the past, if you will. Those who venture to cross that abyss bring something with them, something that is deposited in their time and that even survives them. Those intrepid exegetes of nonsense, of chaos, operate as communicating vessels between temporalities without precise coordinates. AZPEGER is located there, as an exegete who seeks to make transparent, from his very particular point of view, those fibers from which certain things could be made. AZPEGER uses ancestral symbolic elements of Andean roots and links them with industrial materials that refer us to the pressing modern world.