Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on the floor in my daughter Honey Bee’s room watching her Zoom dance class. It was probably the 50th Zoom meeting I’ve witnessed in my house over the past few weeks. I’m Zoom’d out. But something sparked in my mind, somehow this was different. I was watching her little body spin with all the seriousness of a prima ballerina. It was all in the hands, so focused, so exact. (Were not typically allowed to watch the normal dance classes since they’re behind closed doors, so this was already special.) I felt like I was capturing something important. Just me and Bee upstairs with Bieber scratchily playing through my iPad’s speaker.
This morning I called the friend and we talked at length about what is happening in the world and what that means for photography. It was a deep conversation about connection. Connection to each other, to nature, and possibly the lack there of. The heightened desire we’re all feeling to care for one another. Love is a little deeper, a little sweeter and I feel it. As I sit here locked up in my house I feel creatively liberated and more acutely aware of the mundaneness of my life, of all life. That’s what is so special right now. This is a historical time as we are witnessing life change before our eyes.
I’m scared, but excited. All we have is each other. The people you can look at in your house, the people you can text and FT, the people you get annoyed at while being cooped up together. The friend you haven’t texted in ages but need to check on. That’s where the spark is. The Zoom dance class, that’s where the spark is. These photographs document my quarantined life and what I have seen traveling around Rhode Island during the Covid-19 crisis. Licensing available.