Patas Arriba

From my studio in London, I see them again: the dancers, the devils, the laughter. Everything moves quickly, as if joy couldn't stay still.

The figures are twisted, loose, noisy. Like childhood memories, they dance between what was and what is still alive.

This series doesn't copy a party; it invents it anew. With colour, with rhythm, with a desire to return—even from afar.