Since I can remember, my mother always took my sister and me to my grandparent's bakery in Tijuana, Mexico, at least every Sunday. But, maybe because I was too young, I couldn't appreciate all the hard work and beauty behind the art of baking. Sometimes people don't understand that beauty shouldn't be determined by society and that It can be found in unbelievable things. My intent with this series would be to visually capture the emotions, gestures, and beauty of baking by showing parts of the development and strangers' interactions in the bakery.