

A collage about a reality that only exists from the outside. When I moved to California, I remember someone told me that ‘the California that you see only exists from the outside gaze’. I really assumed this man was intoxicated, I know I was. I thought having the perfect weather, perfect access, perfect beaches, was an appropriate foundation to build a life. But certain realities seem so perfectly constructed because there's absolutely no substance. Did you know the palm trees in California were flown in by the CA government from Florida for tourism reasons? Wild.