Confinement was a good time for creation. Many were creative, original and unusual. People sang, wrote, played, drew.
I spent those few weeks sorting through my photos and imagining montages, between two baby bottles, few naps and lots of diapers. By the time the confinement was over, I had built up a portfolio of about 20 images.
Images that correspond to a world as I dream it, where animals go as they please, without worrying or fearing humans.
A world where there is no need to protect them, to lock them up in zoos, to count the survivors to alert to their ongoing disappearance.