ISOLATION Duck and Cover

During the early days of isolation, I found myself overwhelmed by anxiety. It caught me off guard, before I had language for it. What I did have was a blanket.

There was comfort in its weight. In being enclosed, held, partially concealed. Wrapped tightly, my body felt briefly protected from something I couldn’t see, but could not ignore.

In this series, I stripped everything back. Bare studio walls. Minimal intervention. The work leans into a sense of compression, of bodies, of space, of time itself. Weight and gravity become both physical and psychological, pressing in on the frame.

As movement slowed and the outside world receded, I began to question what remains when our usual structures fall away. What fills the space when distraction disappears.

These images were made with the trust of close friends who stepped beyond the safety of their homes to be present, exposed, and still. Their vulnerability is not incidental to the work. It is its foundation.