San Diego
It started with faces. I asked the program to show me who lives in San Diego. It gave me portraits—men, women, children. Studio lighting. Blank stares. Too-perfect skin. Sometimes the hands were wrong. Sometimes the eyes. Some looked real enough to make me want to know them.
Then came the places. I asked for beaches, skylines, the city. Ships in the bay. Roads. A skyline. It came out as a place half-remembered.
Populating a wall with ghosts. Who the program thinks we might be.
Along with the face, I created a name, a life. It’s a strange kind of fiction.
Some things just want to be made.
