“There is no way I'm going back to Mexico. I can't stand to be in a country that is more surrealist than my paintings.” - Salvador Dalí Drinking a cantarito with a friend in la Roma neighborhood of Mexico City, we comment on how peculiar the nearby intersection is.

I'm 14, laying on my bed, hands behind my head, looking into space. I've been like this for the past 2 hours, just thinking. My dad passes by, comes back, pops his head in and says "Basking into memories from yesterday?" Indeed I was. I can't remember what I did the previous day, nothing really important, but my father's question perfectly encapsulates ho…

"What is the sound of one hand clapping?" asked the Zen master for the second time. I’ve been kneeling on a cushion facing a wall, eyes closed, within the wooden floor of the most peaceful apartment in bustling NYC's Lower West Side, trying to make sense of that question.

“Cinema is a dream directed” - Luis Buñuel 11 years. It had been 11 years since I stepped in a film set as part of a crew. I was invited to participate in a short film this week and for someone that watches and thinks about movies so much, being on the side of