Becoming in isolation. I returned to Paris after two months in London, as more and more countries began shutting their borders due to the current Covid-19 pandemic. I made it back home, just in time for the lockdown on the city. Rather than going out and reconnecting with the streets I love to roam, I found myself abruptly bound to the constraints of my 6th floor flat. Like many, I was suddenly isolated and uncertain of tomorrow. I felt as if in a dream, living somewhere between the real and surreal with the only guidance being news stories, hearsay and the changes I observed happening around me from day to day. Every time I’d listen to the tragic and frightening stories happening all across the globe as a result of this health crisis, the words ‘it’s like something from an apocalyptic movie’ would escape me. I also quickly realised that with no work & no social life, I had gone from having no time to having plenty. All excuses I gave myself for not pursuing my creative ideas prior, were...
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