The N-III joins two cities of Spain, Valencia and Madrid like a shunted artery between the city where I grew up and where I live today. In this spatiotemporal interval between my past and my present self, I inhabit both sides of the road. The N-III was one of the busiest routes in the sixties, but was forgotten as soon as the A-3 was constructed during the late nineties. Since moving to Madrid in 2015 I have driven this route several times, to avoid the highway, in an old 75cc Vespa. Moving slowly, the voyage is a meditation, an inner journey. Saint Christopher used to watch over the families travelling this route; today he watches the decay from abandonment while I stop to experiment and represent that scenery.

  Painting subway systems. Entering vents, breaking locks, jumping fences, studying schedules,dodge sensors, taking out security cameras. Running, getting in, going down. Being part of a closed-off society, where identity is created only by what is written on a subway car and which lives and evolves in hiding and paints in hiding. Hiding underground. Athens, Milan, Barcelona, Paris, Valencia, Amsterdam, Brussels, Madrid, Rome, Berlin ...

Different days , same time, same spot, one photo roll each day. Search coincidences at the contact sheets. Flip, print, put. Next day, same time. People who belongs to the landscape at same time, every day.

La calle es gratis.