Detenido y Andando [Stopped and Moving]

These confinement years made the need for introspection and a silent look more latent, as well as it was urgent to rethink almost everything. My series of paintings Las calles son nuestras (The streets are ours) gain a new meaning before this urgent need to be with others but moved by the fact of going out after all this time. Detenido y andando was the pure state that I felt and lived. Stopped, yet at the same time moving. In this body where nothing calmed down, but everything stopped. Where life was on the edge of death for everyone in the most democratic way, and at the same time, more unfair too. How do we go back and how do we live after? Perhaps taking the impulse necessary to reencounter first with oneself, to later return together to the streets.