I wanted to connect to the design point of view of scenography this semester and really had in mind that I was going to collect something that was completely unrelated to me personally, I felt this urge of creating but felt compelled to create things as an artist, where what I really wanted was to be involved in the design of an exhibition that wasn’t an extract of myself.
The world decided differently for me. It shed apart and separated us from the outside world, forcing us to adapt ourselves to new situations. 2020 just started and it is utterly historical already. We were united but lonely. All together but completely alone.
At first, I got struck by a very exposed way of dealing with things, shook by the civil duty pressure that was put on everyone but with methods that were discutable. I created the first Touch Journaling video in this context, with a strong focus on activating the haptic eye, amplified by the corona new norms. My way to cope was quite instinctive and I started representing some highlights of my then quarantine. My goal was to expand my techniques, which I started to do within the HKU but was stopped by the virus and everything shutting down. My reflex of representing and observing things around me quickly turned into finding ways of expressing my ever-changing feelings or relationships, and hanging them on the same white wall I did some experiments on during the first semester. For context I also didn’t have a printer and collected all those events in parallel with my phone camera.
I put energy in willing to extract those drawings, paintings and collective things from myself but it lead me to understand that I was loosing my time; those were part of my own diary: my quarantine journal.
So here is a fragment of my life these last months, following the red thread that is my story.
