One of those summer afternoons walking through Chinatown, leaving a store, I bumped into some artisans who were selling their pieces sitting on the sidewalk. Jose looks at me with his dilated pupils. We spent several weeks assembling and disassembling necklaces and bracelets, but I never dared to ask why, being so young, he was in wheelchairs. But there it was, his outsider art and him. With the heat of summer, in Chinatown. A rabid salmon explodes in the background of the canvas, characters from Chinatown appear in my atelier playful, wanting to stay.