Since the beginning of the pandemic my portraiture business became an oxymoron. I felt the need to continue my photography practice, even just to retain a bit of mental sanity during an extended period of mental and economic hardship.
Obviously I had only one subject at hand: myself.
The selected images document my sheer existence in lockdown, as never before in my life I have been this long and deep removed from all interactions, work engagements, the city, the sun on my face.
For the first time in history we are institutionally masked: a “face –wall” to protects us from others and vice-versa.
The mask removes our facial expressivity, it impedes breathing, eating and kissing: it isolates us all, more than ever before, paradoxically, in order to stay alive.
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