From Sandra Cattaneo Adorno, Águas de Ouro, Radius Books
As someone who was raised in the Caribbean, I seldom think about the beach. Perhaps because I’m surrounded by concrete at every corner of New York City, I’d rather take in what’s in front of me than daydream about my past. But if I daydream, I’m confronted by the gap between this image that reminds me of home and narrow outside perceptions of what that place is — my own life experiences are at odds with the idealized images propagated by the tourism industry. The perfectly retouched photos of shorelines I often recognize, which I encounter digitally, aren’t what I long for, what I recall in the splashes of my memory. I can’t feel the heat from these photographs.