Lift

Having spend most of 2020 in Queensland I eventually returned to Melbourne from Queensland in late October. Crossing the border just days after the 2nd lockdown ended. While house hopping I began to re-connect with my friends who all had harrowing stories to tell. I finally settled in St Kilda and then I too experienced lockdowns 3 through 6.

In that time people were only permitted to dart in and out of their homes to get food and exercise. For me this has meant countless journeys in the up and down the lift of my building. Day after day up and down in that little box. It had a mirror on one side so i started documenting all my trips, limited as they were. The lift became tiny symbol of escape, a repeating pattern of catch and release . I usually traveled alone but sometimes warily with others. It came to represent ongoing tedium in my life and the single vertical column of the elevator i rode everyday was both a relief and a confinement.