Photo esaay, 2020 (on-going)
In the past year we have seen the world go through the stages of grief at the same time. It has caused self-reflection for some, community organizing for others, protest, and national crises everywhere. During this time, I took pilgrimages across the city of Toronto to visit the people I hold closest. There is something very profound about walking for an hour to see a friend’s face, and having to turn right back around and go home without a hug or a shared meal. I collect and archive evidence of a life interrogated not just by the pandemic, but also by the fact that it’s what I saw before and after a moment of genuine gladness, of relief, of solidarity with a familiar face.