“As the shops retreated on my exercise walks in late March, I noticed impromptu signs appearing, and I began to photograph them. They had a fascination in their variety and nuanced differences, both graphically and in the way they were saying the same thing; we’re closing! However I was struck by the fresh insight they gave to familiar locations, through the way these texts were presented, as an unusual new phenomenon in the local landscape. Looking at the initial rushes when I returned home, I could see myself reflected on the outside looking in, and of course suddenly not being allowed to enter. The glass in the window was generally dark, reflecting a mirage like incidental world behind me. This had a sinister edge beyond my immediate control that I liked as a consequential other but of course rather echoes the character of the virus.
“Having moved house in the winter the weather living there had been predominantly rainy, so as spring appeared, I’d found myself snapping how the traces of the outside were configuring my new home. Being an East - West facing terraced house, these photos meditated on the perennial beauty of light and time. In contrast to the signs in the shop windows this was a space I could be in, and had to be in; I had the autonomy to reflect on what was coming through the window. Indeed, there was also the time to do so.” Ken Taylor