The Harthurian alchemical maelstrom, to give a name to the creative fury of this great painter, once again, and not yet recovered from the masterful sinful saga that convulsed us and kept us in that state until now, surprises us again with its once again instinctive and overflowing alchemy. Transforming us in this way, into privileged victims, almost harlequins, of a fantastic vision that is imposed on us, that compulsively invades us until it melts into ecstasy within us, until we become true accomplices of a universe of color sweated to the limits of emotion, intoxicating us with art. This new color that 'The Enigma...' gives us, because there is no one that is the other, because they are all different, carries once again the mystery, the spell of life, the magical intrigue of evolution.Just as they have been able to tell us so well the imprints of the previous paintings. Those apotheotic works that we had the pleasure or privilege of seeing or possessing. Today I feel that the enigma has been proposed one step further. There is a moment in the relationship with the work in which we are literally absorbed by the upward spiral dynamic that these fantastic, beautiful animals really create: this trilogy of butterflies plagued by the perfection of the number they make up and the celestial vault that is calling them. And they carry us, they gently drag us, they irremediably absorb us to nourish themselves and flow beyond the limits of the painting, and we with them. Magic, truly the magic of ink passes through our soul and we cannot remain but ecstatic, faced with the sensation of life that permeates us. Halfway through the spiral of life, a coded message on the wing of a butterfly magnetizes us with its perfect aesthetics. Its mysterious content is balanced in a totally harmonious symbiosis with the author's signature on the other wing. What are you telling us Harthur with this, your last installment? What do you want to tell us? In what unknown place of the ether do you want us to pour our being, also unknown to ourselves? Where do you want to take us? Is there a new paradigm that is waiting for us? The mystery makes us easy prey from your work. The depth, the agony and the light invade us at the same time. The only thing missing is the siren song for total intoxication. Which surely won't take long to appear. We are faced with ourselves in a calm and attractive way. The spiral continues to narcotize us while elevating us. The genesis of everything is confused with the beliefs of a lifetime on an unusual journey. And we, surrendered, compulsively plundered by the magnitude of the beauty and the flavor of the primitive, of the original, from the bottom of our hearts, we want the journey to never end, that the cocoons are perennial, and that the butterflies, that the butterflies never die. Thanks Harthur! 

Santiago Cohen (Language teacher/English/Spanish - Argentina)