Due to my work traveling became a permanent and not temporary state as it is supposed to be, in reality on
occasions I wonder what the journey is? as defined and that is what gives one a sense of belonging. From this reflection I travel internally and not only fiscally, fixing fixed an internal
reflection on my environment and my space, where I go and what I am doing in the places I am and began to photograph my own worlds and my own spaces imagining places in my mind, but taken from
reality, with how subjective that can be, I began to realize during my travels as a personal travel log, trying to locate my photos anywhere
possible as evidence of my existence.
Puerto Vallarta is a small city on the coast of the Mexican Pacific. It is my city, when I was born but my
family moved when I was three. So I did not meet her until I
turned sixteen and went on my own looking for the sea