Coming from a background in various disciplines, the Chilean artist - having gone through the wringer of textile designer, videographer and art director at fashion house Proenza Schouler - has spent his career constructing a multi-dimensional and textural approach to the world.

One characteristic of his work, something that makes his pieces stand out, is the complete contrast between the worlds he paints and the things that inhabit them. His world is recognisable, if not completely ‘human’. There’s strong hints at Dali in there, with both composition and palette, but the humanoid figures are post-human, futuristic visions, roaming the lush weird wilderness of another Earth, like lone survivors of an atomic war, basking in organic mutations.

Magical Realism is a huge influence on his work. It’s not a surprise, since the genre is known for bringing together fable and mythology, the fantastical, and the all-too-real world. Think Pan’s Labyrinth, a film so unsettling and immersive purely because it feels so oddly believable. Closer to home, you could look at the emotive and beguiling Post Tenebras Lux, a Mexican masterpiece that keeps the torch of Latin American magical realism alive.

Through these fantastical settings, filmmakers, writers and artists are able to explore explicit political, social and environmental issues, engaging with fantastical elements that begin subtly, before drawing you fully into their world. It’s like an alternative history narrative, where the truth is twisted, bent and reinvented, leaving the audience to piece it back together with a semblance of sense to them.

Sense, by its other definition, is another interesting aesthetic and philosophical touchpoint for Cardenas. His figures look almost robotic. They’re rigid and metallic, lacking the key elements associated with our sensory system. Yet they languish in exquisite architecture, soaking in the environment, wearing expressions that are all too recognisably human as not to be. They are, undoubtedly, sentient beings.

Purposefully ambiguous, his images don’t have a gender, an age, an ethnicity. They don’t need to. Their individual biography thrives in the grey zones. If anything, to derive meaning, one should turn their attention to the artist himself, who sees his reflective works as mirroring his own life. They’re symbolic representations of certain feats, certain fears, certain thoughts and dreams.

He trusts his own vision, guided by his imagination's reaction to the world as he experiences it. In one image, a figure sits isolated, painted during the lockdown pandemic. This character was not only him, but a great many people. It's an aesthetic manifestation of sharing suffering. In others, they sit cross legged, partially slumped in a chair, almost cinematically composed. A shot from a sci-fi hit, paused during a contemplative moment.

Whatever the gesture or the posture, there’s an inherent sense of intrigue and insights, an open-endedness that could both give meaning to life and, subsequently, take it away. What isn’t shown is the glue that binds reality and surreality. Those moments - what is real and what isn't - are left for the audience to decide. The paintings are full of sparks, leaving us to start the fire.