Pacifica
Long before I set foot there, I already had an idea of California shaped, like so many others, by decades of film, photography, literature, and popular culture. It was with this gaze, already loaded with images that were not my own, that I approached this territory. With this series, I became interested in how one inhabits a place one believes one already knows, even before having lived it that moment when the image one carries within and the present experience overlapped, without ever quite coinciding. Through color, light, and the vastness of the space, familiar places became subtly strange, suspended between reality and fiction. What I sought, in Pacifica, was not California itself, but the precise instant when myth and place ceased to be distinguishable : where one no longer knew whether one was looking at a landscape, or the image one had already made of it.
