habibi.

Today I went to the cemetery with my nonna because the graves of her siblings, parents, and a stillborn baby were exhumed to be moved to Guanajuato City.

The soil in the cemetery of my hometown (Irapuato) is soft and clayey; the tombs were sinking and water was seeping out of them.

More than that, it's always fun going to the cemetery. There's something in the silence interrupted by the laughing of people remembering the ones they love.

I've noticed my blog have nothing about my art. So here is a drawing I did las year. It's charcoal and India ink.

Enchiladas potosinas

Affogato with French fries? Yes, please.

T-shirt for $20mxn (1.15 dolars) yeeees please, but they were small for me. Do they look cool or do they look like the picture down?

When I was in university, the only course i failed was "photography" and for that I couldn't go to my exchange program in Bologna, Italy.

Like, what in the world. I've been doing photography since I was 8. And what the fuck I'm designing a project for a competition in Italy.