From the end of January 2020, I began recording an unexpected travel experience that lasted months. Stuck in lockdown in Shanghai, I encountered realms of starkness and loneliness. The images presented in this series can be thought of as mirages, capturing shards of my subconscious from this period of time.
Before the outbreak of the pandemic, people were already accustomed to all sorts of isolation. The cold air of a remote county in the North. A vast swimming pool of a tropical resort, empty but for a single person. Lights blazing from giant monitors in a city, overlooking strangers who appear like non-playing video characters. Bird in The Cage is an abstract depiction of such cold feelings.
We are always trapped in the cage of civilization, the cage of nature, the cage of margins. We are like homeless men who are in search of somewhere to settle down or hide.
Perhaps that is a more everlasting lockdown.
From the end of January 2020, I began recording an unexpected travel experience that lasted months. Stuck in lockdown in Shanghai, I encountered realms of starkness and loneliness. The images presented in this series can be thought of as mirages, capturing shards of my subconscious from this period of time.
Before the outbreak of the pandemic, people were already accustomed to all sorts of isolation. The cold air of a remote county in the North. A vast swimming pool of a tropical resort, empty but for a single person. Lights blazing from giant monitors in a city, overlooking strangers who appear like non-playing video characters. Bird in The Cage is an abstract depiction of such cold feelings.
We are always trapped in the cage of civilization, the cage of nature, the cage of margins. We are like homeless men who are in search of somewhere to settle down or hide.
Perhaps that is a more everlasting lockdown.