Even though the timing and subject matter seem to suggest it, this is not a lockdown project. No quarantine muse, no solitude ache turned art. In fact, I have not yet been constrained by any rigid lockdown measures despite experiencing this pandemic in three different countries, one of which had imposed a strict confinement some months prior to my arrival.
That this series of photos could very well be born out of a lockdown home and heart is mere coincidence. My senses weren’t sharpened by isolation, nor did I actively look to find and shoot the extra in the ordinary within a tight home radius, when one night I spotted a galaxy in the frosted glass of a bathroom window I had known for the longest time.
"My previous obliviousness to the obvious, to something so strangely beautiful, can only be attributed to the eternal sleep of the wake, the attention lost in everyday attentiveness."
My previous obliviousness to the obvious, to something so strangely beautiful, can only be attributed to the eternal sleep of the wake, the attention lost in everyday attentiveness. Now, a closer look revealed hidden worlds inside this thin layer between inside and outside world, worlds that were not trapped but most dynamic, popping into and out of existence wherever light met the eye at the right or wrong angle.