Since the lockdown, the window took on a symbolic role in our collective experience. Isolated, people started to use the window as a means to communicate with the outside world, being it by singing, drawing a rainbow of hope, cheering and clapping the key workers, or simply looking out.
A few days into the isolation, I started to photograph my window view, a cherry tree about to blossom and a row of terraced houses across the road. Every day, I followed the same frame and soon this repetitive process became part of my daily routine.
I noticed, how the recurrence of the seemingly monotonous view resonates with my distorted perception of time. Time is a strange concept; for me, it seems as though we had never so much of it, yet at the same time, it appears to pass so much faster.
This project is about a message of hope, reminding us of life’s continuity, and its perpetual change.