The end of April and rolling into May. I’ve lost track of time by now, weekends barely exist. People I speak to all say this has been the most beautiful spring and I can only agree. I spend my time picking flowers, reconnecting with the joys of cooking simple meals and staging more self-portraits.
Parks around London burst into small bubbles of colour from bluebells, poppies, daisies and lilacs.
I start playing with the light. I notice the mirror effect from surrounding buildings. My circadian rhythm is completely destroyed.
I stop moping towards the end and try and find comfort within myself. Photography, as it’s always done, comes to the rescue to process feelings of loneliness and dissociation.