🦠C0V(ID)ERED😷

It started as a joke.
A cough, a laughing face. Far away,
Now the laugh has faded.
The joke aged faster than the doctors in the hospitals...

Daily headlines, talk of the town: COVID-19 has great impact on the world.
On a macroscale, in statistics of death, riots and protests, full hospitals and deserted citycentres. 
On the microscale the damage might not always be evident, clear.
Not a catchy headline but a more individual experience. I wanted to express the feelings 
i felt throught the medium of photography. It was a very spontainous idea, 
a statement captured in pixels.

My first pictures where taken add-hoc, like sketches with my phonecamera.
I had to take them, and i had to take them then.
I wanted to explore these "sketches" further.
So i looked inside, what did i feel when i took these unasuming looking phonecamera pictures? 

Personally, my life hasn't been destroyed. I am healthy, i have a loving girlfriend. 
But still, it has impacted my life, and like for many in a way they have never experienced before. There i was, with too much time to think, and not enough people to tell what 
i thought. I felt like i was covered: A blanket of numbness, boredom and just plain meh.
A lot of this was self-inflicted, in a way. It took time to realize i wasn't "covered", 
wasn't alone, didn't have to be bored. 
The world grinding to a halt doesn't mean i couldn't do things, make things, enjoy things. 
I took off my cover. 

Now i almost dread the time things will be "normal" again. 
There is probably never going to be a time like this again, in which i can spend so much time with my loved ones, to be able to make more memories with my girlfriend in a week than most people could make in a month... I have so much time to just read a book 
in the garden. To watch the birds in said garden so closely that i can identify individual birds now, and know which one are brave and which one are scaredy-cats. 
I had the time to grow sunflowers and tomatoes, uphold furniture 
and spend one last great summer with my now deceased dog, his grand finale, 
the cannons in Tsjaikovski's 1812 overture. 
All of these things could never happen in a "normal" year. 
But now they happened. 

To anyone reading this it all might seem a tad dramatic, 
maybe it is. But to me it has been good, to see that when everything else has stopped,
i don't. That if you want to do something, make something, ask someone you don't have to wait for the cavalry. There is no cavalry. There is just you, and me. 
And the 1,5meter distance between us, ofcourse.




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