In times of distress, perception changes. Seconds become like hours, days like months. Everything is immediate, visceral. Under stagnation, when the days are monotonous and mundane, time seems meaningless. Days blur together. We begin to lose our ability to feel each moment.
When the SARS-CoV-2 pandemic began, the world entered a state in which these competing forces began to play upon our perception of time. The headlines were constant, alarming, relentless. And then everything stopped. Isolation began. The act of interacting with another person face-to-face became dangerous. Like many, I found myself in an isolation mediated by technology. I woke up to go nowhere. I became aware of what I breathed in and out every moment, what I touched.
I began this series by studying the light as it passed over my daily surroundings during the outbreak of the pandemic. Over time, I have worked to photograph the signs of life, age, and decay that often avoid our notice. I am concerned with what this moment in history has done to memory, and how we perceive time.