III. where the light comes in
Two weeks in four walls, with only light for company.
On return to London just before lockdown, I self-isolated to protect the vulnerable people in my home - down the road from King’s College Hospital. Light became a marker of time: sun streaks punctuated the day, while the blue of ambulances streamed in at night. I made a ritual of photographing where light fell in the morning. This culminated in an A4 publication.