“When day comes, we ask ourselves
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade.
We’ve braved the belly of the beast.
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace,”
“When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.
The new dawn blooms as we free it.
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it.
If only we’re brave enough to be it.”
Amanda Gorman ‘The Hill We Climb’
Capturing a nostalgic everyday life vignette that plays with texture and dimension using manipulated analogue photographic techniques. The resulting tension between the view underneath and the water damaged surface of the negative mirrors the tension in the current collective and individual experience during a pandemic.
The juxtaposition of the view underneath and the surface gash acts as a metaphor. The intent to simultaneously reflect our public outer world and private inner world, our despair and hope.