When I first moved to Los Angeles, all I saw was grime. No amount of palm trees and pretty people could distract me from the grime and I just couldn't accept that no one washes the grime off the city. Also, I never understood why the world is so fascinated with such an ugly place. Obviously they weren't seeing what I was seeing. No one sees what we see so there is really no such thing as reality. Los Angeles is a cruel dystopia and it will fuck you up if you let it. Los Angeles isn't real.
I took these photographs on my way home after work today--at stop lights through my windshield. I immediately noticed what I was seeing through the windows wasn't exactly what was on my screen and on my mind. I had to manipulate them even further. That's what I do.
Someone told me recently to "imagine." It wasn't necessary. That's all I do. Imagine.