THE SPACE OF DESIRE

When the pandemic started, early in 2020, we all accepted a life of seclusion and inevitable longing for the sociality we lost. I, as many others, spent my time focusing on the routine of closeted life with my wife and son, and I made pictures of our days. This was less about creating memories for the future, than tracing the passing of time. 

‘The Space of Desire’ is not a diary of our isolation, nor an account of how we re-embraced freedom. This is but a collection of fragments of the space that for several weeks we longed to inhabit again. These are but particles, remnants of the object of our aspiration.

As happens with any form of memory, this is not a list, nor a summation, but the disorder of undefined possibilities that the space of my desire was made of.