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Of a job, of society, of my school, of my future, of my home, of life, of a dream.
How can you be both staying indoors and be locked out? Simple, there are so many ways to be LOCKED OUT. Here are just a few...
Lockdown Visual Diary
My lockdown visual diary. I have produced a piece of art daily through lockdown to document what is happening, other world events, my thoughts, feelings and experiences.
Images: Masked, Zooming & Losing Loved Ones
Hands - The Thresholds Crossed
By Julia Watson
Hand washing, a call to arms, an old friend to anxiety. The period prior to lockdown brought on feelings I had defeated over 10 years ago.
The insatiable need to wash my hands reemerged and was paired with duty, as it reopened doors previously closed.
ID Project
انا
(I'm)
A collage series made during the confinement on which I base my study on the theme of cultural imposition on first generations of immigrants.
Working about the body as a political and cultural issue.
Art, Trade Unionism & Artificial Intelligence
“Alexa, paint me a picture”
“Would you like it to be original?”
“Yes please, as original as possible, like nothing that has ever been seen before.”
“Will this do?”
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Little feet on empty streets
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A series of photographs in and around Brixton of my 6 year old daughter during Lockdown 2020.
Isolation 2020 a photographer's view.
By Lewis
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Shot entirely on Black & White as the
scenes I experienced reminded me of 80s
Eastern Bloc imagery. Which I originally
began to record to help myself to process
what I was seeing and living through.
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Locked Out Walks In Nature
At the beginning of lockdown it all seemed so surreal. For those of us young enough to remember, a bit like the Bobby Dallas Dream minus the shower scene. Still, we had to just get on with things and try to make sense of it all. My mobile phone went into overdrive with WhatsApp messages, tweets and posts, it was like a tsunami of emotional outpourings and cries harping back to the war years.
I chose to disconnect from negativity that just sapped my energy, preferring instead a long walk in nature to stay grounded and connected to this earth. I'm amazed at how much I didn't notice: trees, roads, houses, parks and a forest that went on for miles. I loved the randomness of friendly smiles and conversations, the thunder of footsteps from determined new joggers. I listened to the dogs barking loudly, chasing sticks, splashing into the pond. No rush, no fuss, everyone seemed at ease, this was no bad dream. I looked over to my left and just stood still. I smiled at the stillness of my view.
Wilding
I wrote this in a fit of anger at the UK government's incompetent management of the coronavirus pandemic & their blatant hypocrisy. But I also wanted a parallel exploration of how to find ways to heal; an understanding that anger is not always the answer.
wilding
things for which I am grateful
bluebells at twilight
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just the other night i watched the hunger games with my sister & at the point where the character rue dies & district 11 revolts i lost it & i don’t mean in a hyperbolic melodramatic way, i really lost it. i started sobbing huge ugly heaving tears coughing on my own sorrow – why though?
maybe it was the fact that it was an older (but still too young) girl looking after an even younger girl in a sister-like way. maybe that reminded me of my sisters & the responsibility i felt when we were young. maybe it was the fact that it was two girls on screen. maybe it was the solidarity & communality their alliance showed. maybe it was the kindness. maybe it was the tragedy of the loss maybe it was the waste maybe it was the small act of defiance, of the disenfranchised & exhausted masses finally saying this is enough we’ve had enough we are people how dare you treat us with scorn & derision you who profit from our work & give us no thanks, you who pretend that equality is attainable that the dream is reachable & that it does not rely on corruption & exploitation &
waste waste waste
at a time of isolation & fear & uncertainty
when key workers are those who clean & stack & save lives
when one last man’s dying breath was the utterance “who’s going to pay for that?”
& the ill are dying on wards alone
whilst the government hands out badges – badges – for thanks
& the world’s richest men make 24billion dollars profit in one week or skim 90p off every public donation to those same health workers but still have the audacity to ask the public
to keep donating keep providing
whilst they sit & hoard their lot
& the streets echo with hollow claps.
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By Cina Aissa
Outside
‘Outside’ is a short film I made during lockdown
as the small courtyard my flat gives onto
became a battlefield between myself and my
next door neighbour who sought to assert total
control over it. I have experienced intense
bullying, intimidation and ostracisation for
wanting to have my say in how to use this small
space communally.
Safe Socialising in Time of Quarantine
The world has stopped. Giving us an incredible opportunity to do the same and rethink the way we envision our society. An opportunity we never had or could even imagine. The world has stopped to give us time to think. Are we going to? Most probably not, but now we know the world can stop and we can too.
We may refuse to accept the unthinkable, but while the world has stopped we also realised the pink elephant exists. And when all starts again we'll know what we never before thought possible. The world can stop. And we can slow down too.
