DOCUMENTARY
During lockdown, I lived in a tiny flat—just 36m². Like many, I worked from home, and to escape those four walls, I took daily walks. On those walks, I captured the eerie stillness of a silent Leeds.
I photographed shadows as a quiet reminder that time was still moving forward. I also found unexpected joy in capturing distorted reflections in windows—images that often felt more vivid and tangible than the reality they mirrored.
'Greenhouse' was the name of the building I called home—a striking art deco concrete complex constructed in the 1930s to house migrant workers. During lockdown, I found myself captivated by the way sunlight played across its cement walls, spending countless moments studying the shifting patterns and shadows.
Home gym.