April 15 – still in lockdown isolation, which is becoming more than a little surreal.
Clock time, days, weeks, months – the pandemic was changing my perceptions around all of these things, since I was isolated on my own, through bouts of insomnia and shifting circadian rhythms. Some days seemed like a minute long and others contained a whole month’s worth of intensity and change. This idea is at the centre of this piece: time observed as an illusion.
A spoon on a saucer, as though the cup is held out of the picture. This spoon is from my teenage years in a beloved stone schoolhouse that was sold in 2015. The word ‘time’ appears to be growing upward out of the saucer – I played with using a few words, but this is the only one that made sense in the end.
