Gabriel García Martínez maintains a sarcastic disdainful expression in the face of the myriad forms of vanity that surround him. He himself has never held a solo exhibition. He takes pride in being a technician rather than an artist. He displays a brutal, pathological, almost religious honesty: he refuses to sell any image, not even to himself, as if always keeping in mind that pride is a deadly sin. That's just who he is. I dare say that in his best moments, he achieves an unusual depth, that "imminence of a revelation that never occurs," which Borges equated with the aesthetic fact.