Self Portrait - PhMuseum

A letter to myself during Covid.

Last summer, I missed my friends and good vibes very much. It was a time when everything going so good and we have been talking about something strange is happening in the world. So far we just hanging around, my friend going back to their town. It was short vacation mode on for everyone but it became longest one in life. Because you can’t come out and state become virtual and digital.

Everything is silent in physical space.

I felt lost.

My surroundings suddenly stop moving.

Everything is in isolation right now.

I’ve already existed in this place and I want to talk with this place, But It’s in isolation.

This place doesn’t give me the joy like before.

There is no color, no emotions, no feelings at all.

Each place wants to say something to me, but I can’t get it.

I’m also in isolation in a 2x4 ft. canvas, and it’s like a peaceful protest against ISOLATION.

BARODA

8th August, 2020