On Hold

Last year, during the first months of the pandemic, I was looking for a topic that would help me convey my feelings. The confinement isolated me. I lacked human warmth. I felt so small in front of the army of viruses that I could not see the light in this endless tunnel. There was no escape possible. My life had become almost black and white, and was on hold. I decided to photograph objects of my village that are put on hold on a regular basis. I selected winter as the holding factor because it is cold and grey, because it is out of control and we stay at home most of the time, and because we can do nothing besides dreaming of better days just like we do with the pandemic. I selected objects that were alone in a larger scene to indicate my feeling of isolation. I framed them to look small and lost. I made my photos during grey days to amplify the feeling of lethargy. I centered my target at the bottom of the frame to convey the fact that this period was crushing us like snowy grey clouds in winter. The quasi-absence of colors, light, and human life, along with the selection of objects of intensive Summer activities were all chosen to support my vision.