The Salton Sea, first formed in 1905 when the Colorado river fled into the Salton sink, was developed into a resort community in the 1950s, attracting beach goers and celebrities. However, soon after tourists arrived, salinity levels increased as the sea level became unpredictable, rising and falling erratically. In the hot summer months the sea's temperature reached a boiling point, creating the perfect breading ground for botulism. Fish died en masse and newly designed towns were flooded. By the mid-1970s, communities were mostly abandoned, and the dream of building a prosperous tourist industry faded, leaving motels, cafes, and vacation homes to sink back into the land.
Today, the region resembles a post-apocalyptic Hollywood depiction. Towns are populated by families living in mobile homes surrounded by plots of land violently torn apart by looters and covered in graffiti. The sea's beaches are lined with fish carcasses and covered in finely ground fishbone, easily mistaken for sand. Television sets, lawn chairs, and beer cans rust on the shore, visually revealing the region’s history.
I have traveled to the Salton Sea for the past four years, exploring the landscape, gathering stories, making friends with locals, and producing new work: a collection of portraits of people and place. The project is a collaborative process between myself and the subjects I encounter. I like to think of each image as the result of connections and fleeting shared moments. For example - I met fifteen year old Lucy at dusk as she emerged from her Dad’s mechanic shop. As she posed in the fading light, her dog Marley ran wild. She told me of her dream of becoming a photographer and how she had traveled to the White House as a reward for her 4.0 GPA. We remain in touch and our communications continue to inform the project as it evolves.