Elena Ovchinnikova

The new virus has spread all over the world. The vaccine is still not found. I wash my hands. Something inaccessible to the human eye, invisible and uncontrollable, invaded my life and changed its course. In the absence of reliable protection I watch my hands. To reduce anxiety, to feel safe I wash my hands, my skin dries, then it cracks. The skin, this sensitive shell, the border between the outer world and the body, the intermediary between the external and internal changes and makes me look at myself. The usual gestures are transformed, and I document these changes using photography.

April 2020
Moscow, RU

Photography in Light of the Pandemic