On the first day of quarantine I began photographing the people-less quiet of a home and studio in isolation. The still lifes are a visual journal of days passing with little change but the weather and season and what was provided by a small plot of land in rural New Mexico. The quotidian and mundane were magnified as I turned my eye to what had previously been overlooked and barely acknowledged. There were natural events that occurred over time that were particular to place which I included in the slowly turning narrative of the images (a plague of moths, drought, an unprecedented snow in early September, flocks of songbirds falling dead from the sky) but ultimately the body of work speaks to a more global shared experience of this unfathomable time.

The images depict objects symbolizing the specificity of this era of social and physical isolation.