“Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands”

From the poem ‘For you, O Democracy’ by Walt Whitman

Huntington Beach

It had to rear its head at some point; the cliche of ‘the American road journey’ is so ingrained into photographic culture that ‘to a certain extent’ its unavoidable. The European love/hate relationship with aspects of visual Americana seem to drive these countless forays and the resulting images of ‘difference’ that we sub-consciously ‘or not’ are driven to shoot litter our minds and back catalogs to such an extent that ‘letting go’ of those triggers becomes near-impossible. Magnetic Land is 5669 miles of me ‘not-trying’ to avoid the inevitable… Magnetic Land