October 31, 2020

Dear Covid 19, would you like to see my existential crisis?

Roddy McKenzie, 59

Six photographs that helped me make sense of the covid crisis without bringing comfort or reassurance. Nest: home, it seems a place so often lightly held, children and others have been exiled and home feels all the more precious and yet all the more empty. Feathers: we resort to mythmaking, angels and heroes are resurrected. But these are ordinary people doing extraordinary things and they are more vulnerable than most. Agonisingly, they know they represent a risk to their loved ones. Those wings and capes are uncomfortable, resented even. Cowrie: a shell associated with currency. This virus causes us to reflect on precisely who and what is valuable in our lives; that health is more important than wealth and how close to the edge of poverty many people are living. Fragile indeed. Fern: a reference to the lungs, the breath. But also the spine, because backbone, courage – that’s what I think of when I think of ‘front-line workers’. Flour: our capacity to create new rituals: applause as prayer? We panic buy basic foodstuffs denying them to others. Lily: forever a funereal flower. The tragedy of those who died alone and for those who whose grief is a terrible weight.

White Lily, 2020Photography - printed using platinum/palladium processA series of 6 photographs sized 8x8 inches.