You know you’ve discovered a real artist when you first visit the studio. Agusti’s studio is large – a warehouse really, in the dusty outskirts of a quiet satellite of Barcelona. Yet here AC meets DC in the mind of Puíg. Here also were four years of his applied human zeal, which has never seen the door of the studio. Canvasses and boards stacked 20 deep all around the walls. Some of them soaring great images 15 feet high, often diptychs of two juxtaposed individuals, their vicissitudes celebrated in paint pools of thoughts, their experiences become sgraffito strands of internal rhythms. The wiring of cogito ergo sum become visible. It’s a somewhat overwhelming treat – like being allowed into the inner sanctum of a great cathedral of the mind. Then you start to notice the occasional eye peering enquiringly at you from a canvas. This all-seeing eye, resembling a Turkish nazar, gave me the inspiration for the title of this show of most carefully selected Agusti Puig paintings.