Fury, Mole, City, Pozole 

Acrylics, aerosols, pencils, and crayons—layers of city and self. A figure emerges, half-lost in a pink blur—innocence fading, yellow pulsing with life. Words scatter like thoughts: full SIDE, Fury, mole, city, pozole, CATCH—fragments of places, memories, flavors. The background hums with movement, an urban rhythm that never stops. Buenos Aires, Mexico City—identity caught between fury and warmth, solitude and connection. This is the city as I feel it—chaotic, alive, endless.