

Jordi Alós paints like someone raised on street tacos and existential questions. Born in Mexico City and split now between CDMX and Mérida, his work distills the delicious chaos of his childhood: bohemian family meals, late-night bike rides, and the never-ending mashup of ancient symbols and modern contradictions. His work is part memoir, part fever dream, and entirely allergic to doing what it’s told.
At Lola, his Machangos take center stage. Oddball characters born from frustration and now fully liberated into lobster feasts, class tension, and cultural whiplash. Oysters become metaphors. Mayan symbols dance with pixels. Asia meets Mexico in a surreal buffet of visual code-switching.
Jordi’s not here to be correct. He’s here to be true. His style is childlike in the best way: wild, stubborn, and suspicious of rules. Music blares in his studio, his dog supervises, and every painting feels like a secret told too loud on purpose.
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