While standing my ground

2020 was the beginning of Covid19 When I heard the news, I had a strange feeling that this was going to be the start of a new era and the end of the world as we once knew it. Implicit with it was a time of fear, uncertainty, separation and radical change. At the start of the pandemic I spent more than a month confined to a complex far from my home. As the days went by, the world was idling with all the chaos of uncertainties around. The safest place for me was outside in the fresh air. No matter where I was, I had this need to connect to earth. As time was passing by and the world around me transforming, I needed a point of reference in relationship to a specific time and space. I started the series lying on the tiles of an empty swimming pool, then I gradually escaped into nature or into almost abandoned places since most people where inside their houses. In August 2020, the Beirut explosion occurred. The Covid then seemed minimal in the face of the disaster we now had to face. I ended the series with snapshots of my city, clinging to whatever was left of it and reminding myself that only the earth was my stable ground.