Blurred Illusion
There are cities we know before we have ever seen them. San Francisco is one of them shaped within me by years of films, images, and stories, long before I ever set foot there. I was not looking to photograph the city as it presents itself. I was looking for the one I was already carrying within me. I reinterpreted its colors, softening them to allow this inner vision to emerge, rather than simply describing the reality before me. These are the colors I felt, more than the ones I actually saw. Like a memory taking shape at the very moment it is lived, before it has even had time to become the past. Here, memory precedes experience and accompanies it: every moment already carries its own memory within it, like an image that existed before it was ever taken. Somewhere between reality and imagination, between a place I traveled through and an inner landscape, San Francisco became my own personal fiction. A dreamed city, one I perhaps already knew before I ever arrived.
