In March 2020 I started cutting out figures that I found in books and magazines. In the middle of the collective confinement I move to Barcelona where I find myself with a different type of confinement. A deeper and emotional one. There I decided to make a book and I came across these clippings again. Playing with them became a dialogue. A way to connect two bulls and start giving them movement. This process of experimentation managed to get me out of that place where I was. Connecting the inside with the outside. Like a path. Not Street Photography is a small segment within my story.