It’s been a year since I stayed in San Antonio, Texas for more than a night and a day. So, when I went back home for a week and stayed with my mother in her new apartment, I did not know what to think of it. The last time I was in Texas, I insisted that I’d spend my time in Port Aransas rather than San Antonio because I knew of the changes in the latter. My mother divorced and sold the house; my sisters were living in Boston, Massachusetts and Mexico; two of my dogs passed and two were given away. Little to nothing remains of the life I had built in San Antonio.
I did not run away to the beach this time. I had people to see and places to visit — I can no longer be isolated from this new version of San Antonio. I stayed in the downtown area, a place I knew very well. I had wonderful, strange experiences. I relaxed in a place I knew as an old friend that I had not seen in a long time. Photographing the city helped me dredge myself out of post-quarter artist block.
The whole year of 2018 has been a deja vu moment, it would be only fitting for me to go back home for a little bit. So, with only images, I want to share San Antonio.
