2020 challenged us, tested our patience and stretched our comfort zones, made us think, act and talk in ways we could never have imagined. During this time I have come to the realisation that I don’t really know myself…at all. So I started revisiting my work trying to find clues that could lead me to me.
After many years of shooting photographs spontaneously, documenting my surroundings, I stopped for the first time to observe and unpack my photographs and connect the dots between the images and my life, everything assumed a deeper significance. I found the photos to be a harsh mirror of the distance I keep between me and everybody else.
In this series I finally pause and analyse, reflecting on my work, piecing the puzzle of myself back together, years later. Noticing every frame, I felt like the director of a movie using the lens to reach my feelings, so elusive to me, they timidly revealed themselves in these images expressing what my words still couldn’t.
Photographing the environment, was the starting point of a solitary tour, having moved to a foreign country never having spoken its language, I felt safe in the deserted spaces and they gave me pleasure in their cold brutality, surrounding me without talking back.
As time passed and I settled, I noticed people slowly populating the images. I was still removed, a visitor in a museum, studying from behind the glass and perceiving a reflection of my life interlaced with the organised dioramas of those scenes. I felt connected in my observation, embracing the melancholy that transpires from my gaze to my subjects and I finally understood: the glass needs to crack.