Seclusion

I see seclusion as being trapped inside your own head, your own mind, with no other frame of reference to check your own sanity. Right before the pandemic, my day job was to design isolation rooms for a mental health facility, and then..

Years of isolation during pandemic has taught me that the scariest part of seclusion is not the physical constraints, but your own inability to get out, to get over your inner fears and complexes, inability to rejoin the world again. My headspace is both a sanctuary and prison: I can feel safe and protected, but I can never leave and open up. My artistic practice is revolved around the tension between yearning and rejection seclusion.