14+14+7=35

A photo of an outbreak isolator

During the 35 days of isolation, the rooftop was the only way I could see. Chaos, but not noisy streets, calm but with a sense of oppression of the line I stand on the rooftop is also extremely small, I can only send work elsewhere. I extended my vision to my bedroom, and during the 35 days of isolation, 220 hours I was stuck in this small and unfamiliar 10-square-meter space, just me, my camera and my inspiration. I began to notice the scratches on the wall, the shadow by the door and the trees outside the window. These abstract everyday landscapes make ordinary records extraordinary. Without those 35 days of isolation, I might never have observed a mundane moment in my bedroom.