I used to live above a convenience store and Mexico is not a country where law and order are cheered. So every day I found cars parked in front of my garage door to make a quick buy. Every-fucking-day-at-every-fucking-time.

So, full of anger, I started constructing these tire spikes with simple materials within my reach, cloves, and metallic wire to keep clear my doorway. I never really used them, but they worked out very therapeutic.

Year: 2011
Tag: Hostile architecture