All cities are fictions, a neighborhood, a territory, a country, is nothing more than a way of narrating a space. We draw its borders when we go to work, walk the dog or go to the supermarket. We record small maps in our memory that will fade over time. My work studies these daily routes and gives shape to an imaginary and mysterious city. These images are part of the cartographies of the ordinary. A landscape that is built in the head of each inhabitant of a city, which is transitory and is being permanently erased. A walk that will make sense over time. When the stains on the street are erased, when the tree on the corner is no longer there, when that vacant lot is finally built.
