It is inevitable to imagine people when I look at the street. I imagine they doing the things they used to do: shopping, walking, playing in the park, or sitting on a bench. These footprints represents the phantom everyday that I see every single day and also represents the freedom that this virus has taken from us. The artwork is accessible to many neighbours who see the park from their balconies without the necessity to go down to the street. It is a work literally done in times of Coronavirus.

Lucía Chumillas

Valencia, Spain

13 views0 comments



Ine Van Horen

The city became after being all the time in Pest since September, finally bigger.

Moving your body to a space where you normally don´t have acces to, or is known to be overcrowded,

now finally becomes an escape.

I recommend everyone to give himself a day under a tree as a present for their birthday.

Daily or just once every now and then.

Being in this big city and distractions makes me forget what is important for the mind to relax.

Forgetting time and just feeling the sun, the wind, the air, and feeling the material of the tree in your back.

Ofcourse, the work goes on, even if I take a time to relax. Relaxing for me is not really the case, relaxing is thinking, making and reflecting, then doing nothing and then being able to let it sink into the thoughts, all those small actions that happened.

The way is just the way, but obvousily the streets are less densed. The traffic is more relax, and people

aren´t behaving loudly. It´s a sunny day and the city feels like a village with a big scale streets. After crossing te chain bridge, I lock my yelloy bike to the fence, next to this is a container from construction works.

Then I start the climbing upwarts. This gellert hill is a combination of a park and a hill, ready for a lot of people and ready for consumption. On the top there is an angel looking to te Danube, a touristic climax.

Now there are scaters, and bikers. The city can breath, the social behaviour is changing according to the use and the circumsances.

There is a black bird. We look into each others eyes. A small hello.

Budapest, 12 april, Ine Van Horen

I find a broken bench. Ideal for physical distancing.

Since I am interested in design and broken stuff anyway, I tried out a selfportrait of how the body relates to this. Being alone on a socialable object that already has the distance in itsself. The material requires another behaviour of the visitor-public-user.

During the moments in Budapest, I was always atracted to the broken stuff. Things that had other structures. For a long time I thougt it was because I was maybe unhappy. But now I found out it is always the starting point of coming into a creative flow. From the moment I see the cracks and stains, another part than the daily-rhythm get touched in my mind and body and the journey can begin. Leonardo Da Vinci wrote in his Notebooks: "It should not be ard for zou to stop sometimes and look into the stains of walls, or ashes of a fire, or clouds, or mud or like places in wich... you may find really marvelous ideas."

Later, after doing nothing under a wonderful tree, I started walking the shadow of the tree.

Barefoot I tried to walk the streets of this beautiful tree. In front of me people were making pictures. Tourism didn´t just stop ofcourse, our phones didn´t dissapear because of this c-crisis. But all of thet time I wasn´t aware of the landscape that was behind me. I was just so super relaxed and getting sunburned.

During the walks on the cold grass I was gleaning some objects that were laying there, some of them show they are there already for a while. A piece of glass with a sunburned, lightblue eticket, the dops of beers. Some bubble paper, a lot of sigarets, yes, I all touched them with my bare hands, and didn´t had any sanitizer with me. Then I walked back to the tree trunk, collecting them together next to it. It is an hommage to the objects of the past. They will not serve us anymore. I was thinking of my children, that I would like to be able to let them play freely overthere, not needing to be able to be harmed by eating glass or plastic. Also the black ravens where vommiting some of the trash they were eating. We are killing a lot of species with these object from the past. So the closed to myself were my own (imaginary) children, that I wouldn´t want them to be hurt. So these walks on the Tree City Map created this certain consciousness, and then I burried the objects under a stone next to an ants nest. A shrine, a memory, and waiting to be dissolved by time.

If that´s even possible.

2 views0 comments

After lockdown measures were introduced in the UK, I started to think about how I would be able to continue my practice using mediums I normally would; mostly photography and video. As I can't get analogue film photos developed or borrow recording equipment from the university, I had to use my phone. I started just taking photos out of the windows in the flat and some of my flatmates, then I would take short video clips.

Ruby Leeson - Dundee - 11/04/20

Due to spending more time inside, I was thinking more about the things I could see without leaving my flat. There was always a lot of bird activity around the flat but I began to watch them more and appreciate the sounds they make. I thought that the video clips could be useful in documenting the birds, and also the changes in weather throughout the day.

I took videos and recorded sound out the windows over the course of about 3 days, and then edited it together in 2 days. I have also been trying to write down some of my thoughts and observations while in quarantine and I used a page I had written that was specifically about the window in my bedroom as a narration.

I gave myself a narrow timeframe for making this video piece because I didn't want it to be fully resolved. It is more like a visual representation of my thoughts about my window and how those thoughts have been effected by the quarantine.

The script from the video:

From my window I can see the back of the flats on Cleghorn Street, then beyond to Blackness Road and if I lean back on my chair I can glimpse a square of the Tay river between the buildings. Further out, I can see the fields across the river in Fife. Right now, I can see the poly-tunnels for the strawberries. If I lean forward in my chair, there is a perfect view for the sun setting.

Pigeons nest in the roof above my window; I can listen to them cooing to each other. The seagulls prefer to nest on the other side of the building but I still hear them screaming. In autumn and early winter I can watch the geese flying in their arrow formation to warmer weather in the south. In September there are starlings that dance in the purple sunsets.

I never shut my blinds so I can wake up and see the weather. My favourite is when it's really misty or when it's really sunny. When the mist rolls in from the river, the whole city seems mysterious and romantic. Sometimes in summer, the sun is so strong and full of warmth that you can barely tell you're in Scotland.

Lockdown was implemented nearly 3 weeks ago and since then I have rarely been outside. My attitude towards my window and the view from it has changed dramatically. I spend more time sitting gazing out of it, and everything is eerily quiet; usually Blackness Road is busy and I can see the cars going back and forth. The only thing that has stayed consistent are the birds.

Looking out my window now is like standing in the corner of a party where I don't know anyone; I want to go in and enjoy what I am watching from the edges but I can't. It's like looking in a doorway to a fantasy world that I can't quite reach, existing just beyond my fingertips.

The view from my window is the same every day but it feels different in lockdown.

15 views0 comments