The Art of Obsession

My photography is both a blessing and a curse. It is my pursuit of order in a world that refuses to stay still.

I see through an obsessive lens. Lines must align. Frames must balance. Patterns must resolve. What others pass by, I reorganize. What feels chaotic, I try to contain.

Architecture gives me structure. Cities give me repetition. Geometry gives me control.

Every photograph is a negotiation between patience and compulsion. I wait. I reframe. I step left, then right. I hold the shutter until the elements fall into place. It is not about documenting reality as it is. It is about forcing reality to make sense, even if only for a fraction of a second.

I gravitate toward black and white because it strips the world to its bones. It removes the seduction of color and exposes structure. It makes the beautiful more precise and the imperfect more honest. Black and white feels timeless. It feels like memory. When I use color, it is deliberate. It is never decoration. It is emphasis.

My work is rooted in movement. I was born in Mexico City. I lived in Madrid. Then Playa del Carmen. Now Chicago. In every place, I tried to blend in. To understand the rhythm. To belong. To find my role.

The city is my true subject. People enter my frame not as portraits, but as anchors. I use them to scale architecture, to interrupt lines, to humanize structure. Often they are isolated within the composition, small against something larger. In many ways, that isolation reflects my own search for position inside the spaces I inhabit.

If my photographs explore the relationship between cities and their residents, they also explore my relationship with the world. Through framing others within architecture, I am quietly asking where I fit within it.

Chicago is the first place where that question feels less heavy. Here, I found community. I found conversation. I found a rhythm that matches mine. The obsession with order is still there, but it no longer feels like survival. It feels like craft.

The Art of Obsession is not just about perfection. It is about placement. It is about trying to understand how a single figure exists within a larger system. It is about searching for belonging through structure.

Each frame is an attempt to find my place in the geometry of the world.