I don’t keep a diary. So calling this collection of odds and ends a ‘diary’ is and afterthought. But it fits, as it is a repurposed set of images taken without any particular intention along the fifteen months that this thing has taken (in the first world… no idea other than deep sadness of how long it will take elsewhere). It is a wound that affects all humanity.
Images are organized chronologically, There are no individual titles –I hate them-, but each is a self expression: of lockdown, the first time we could walk outside, that strange summer of 2020, more lockdown as winter came, quarantines and fear whenever a contact was positive… Isolation and despair.
Images were taken at locations in Spain and the UK.