My work on the street continues.
I try to connect myself with a new kind of energy I find in the streets of Mexico these days.
Irregular photos increase. And that makes me feel good. Sometimes the color pushes me to shoot. Arrives instinctively and instinctively snap, at the last useful moment. I operate according to logics that connect with a universe made of surreal. I still surprise myself as a child. My steps become slow as my gaze is sublimated by a moment that arrives and I recognize it as mine. My photography. My street.