In times of isolation, it’s very transparent just how dependent we all actually are for one another. With our daily habits and rituals being so drastically disrupted in the past...
In times of isolation, it’s very transparent just how dependent we all actually are for one another. With our daily habits and rituals being so drastically disrupted in the past few months we become feverish for human connection. We become locked in our own minds trapped by the human condition without the human connection. When thinking about the work I have been making recently, I notice the presence of a chair has been a reoccurring symbol. What does isolation feel like when there is no one to sit beside you? What does isolation feel like when you are restricted from sitting, restricted from a calm moment with another? How different our transaction with each other have become, where written works and awkward zoom meetings stand in place of physical connection to others. My recent work has been exploring the narrative of isolation, and the contradiction it holds as being the one thing we all simultaneously and collectively feel that in some ways connect us all.