These Dreams

A tale of creative resilience during the Covid 19 Pandemic 2020.

Photographed at dawn, over the course of one week in the Hudson valley, in the company of three plastic mannequins, the car loaded with silver balls, bubbles and colored smoke bombs. It was late June 2020. We were in the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic and the last stretch of the lockdown in New York State. The world was no longer what it had been. Everything familiar suddenly felt unrecognizable. Loss and isolation hung over us like a sad blanket and the lockdown fatigue had slowly but surely begun draining us from every ounce of creativity and joy for life.
In search for a creative rebirth my friend and long time art collaborator, James Aguiar, and I decided to embark on a creative lockdown journey together.
We met every morning for a week at early sunrise; the trunks of our cars loaded with plastic mannequins, silver balls, bubbles and colored smoke bombs. Completely alone on the road, six feet apart and with masks on our faces we felt like the last survivors in a post-apocalyptic world.
It was both surreal and dreamlike. These Dreams is our testament to the survival of the arts at every cost and the timelessness and transcending beauty in an otherwise bizarre, pandemic ridden world. For us, these images will forever remind us of this historical time; the time of Covid-19.