Cocoon
During my Self-Isolation I tried to understand what was happening around me and inside of me. Photography became a tool that helped me not only to document the process but also trace my feelings and thoughts and to organize them. It was the only way for me to hold on to this contradictory and difficult time and to be able to grasp it.
While I felt like I'm being part of an experiment that I haven't signed up for, photography helped me to keep going.
The "experiment" is not over yet. Although the world opens up again, I withdraw more than before. I am interested in the entire process and its meanings. For me, normality will begin with a hug. As long as I can't hug my friends, life continues to feel like I'm living in a cocoon, even if its walls have become thinner and I can look outside again.
Work in Progress
May 4, Monday
Full Moon
I looked at the moon and realized that this will be the second time I will look at the full moon since the lockdown. It was only than that I realized that two months had passed. Time goes by too slow and too fast at the same time.
May 8, Friday
Lonely Dancer
I remembered how we danced this funny dance as children, where you hug yourself and then from behind it looked as if you were dancing with someone else.
April 18, Saturday
Bubble
Living in this ... contradictory reality, which is characterized by distance and hygiene, gives me the feeling of living more than ever before in a bubble. I have switched off my thoughts and withdrawn emotionally. I take more baths than usual. They give me ease.
