AGE OF MASKING

Since the beginning of the pandemic my portraiture business became an oxymoron. I felt the need to continue my photography practice, even just to retain a bit of mental sanity during an extended period of mental and economic hardship.

Obviously I had only one subject at hand: myself.

The selected images document my sheer existence in lockdown, as never before in my life I have been this long and deep removed from all interactions, work engagements, the city, the sun on my face.

For the first time in history we are institutionally masked: a “face –wall” to protects us from others and vice-versa.

The mask removes our facial expressivity, it impedes breathing, eating and kissing: it isolates us all, more than ever before, paradoxically, in order to stay alive.

The Age of Masking.