A journey into a forgotten future
Memory, landscape, and journey
In September 1988, I made Puerto Ordaz my new home. Those days now seem distant, a time when I was merely a child. The city, as I recall, was a tapestry of vibrant life and youthful optimism. Its identity as a mining hub brought a rich cultural mosaic, with individuals from every corner of the globe mingling in its streets. It was there that I spent my formative years, up until the cusp of adulthood. Now, those times have faded into memories of a gilded era, almost taking on the hues of legend. This narrative isn't an attempt to encapsulate all those memories but rather a reflection on them.
Like any exercise in recollection, this is a portrayal of the past, shaped by the experiences of the present and our ideals about the future, which reflect our concepts of a 'perfect' state of being. What I aim to do here is to allow these representations of the past to speak, shaped by my experiences in broader realities over recent years as an anthropologist and social theorist. Additionally, I hope to reveal the connection between memory and experience through the spontaneous and unplanned visual representation of my informal photographs. This has been a journey into a forgotten future.