June

A diary of one woman’s summer month, where everyday moments are turned into miniature objects made with encaustic wax and digitally printed stills from documentary footage.

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5th of June
Mixed media. Digitally printed video stills, encaustic wax, paper, pencil
21x26 cm (framed)

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What we usually remember from life are special events, while most of our time is spent doing nothing seemingly special. We are alone with ourselves, or with a small circle of people, doing routine tasks in familiar surroundings. This ordinary time is easy to overlook, but it forms the fabric of life. June is made from documentary footage filmed at home over one summer month. The work follows small domestic moments and details that are so ordinary they do not usually stay in memory: cables on the floor, hoovering, light from the window, dishes in the sink. These moments are almost invisible while they are happening, but they are also what makes a place feel like home, and what we rarely want to lose.

I filmed the footage in June 2022, when the idea of ordinary life had already become unstable. I was spending most of my time at home, caught between a relationship under strain and difficult conversations with my mother about the war in Ukraine. By then, the lives of many people I knew back home had changed dramatically. Friends were leaving their homes, jobs, and familiar lives behind, and it felt as if everyone was either on the move or trapped in uncertainty. At the same time, the surface of my own life had changed very little. I was already in London, in the same house where I still live now. The rooms looked the same and daily life continued, but the world around me didn’t feel intact. June became my tribute to a normality that no longer fully existed.

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