
Note entry made on day 5 of quarantine:
Quarantining in a hotel room for the past couple days at a place that used to function as an insane asylum sounds…dramatic, to say the least. It’s been challenging for me mentally and emotionally to be in here without opening my door except for picking up my scheduled meals. Before catching COVID, I knew I wanted to explore doing self portraiture while I’m here in Venice, but I didn’t think I would start under these circumstances. There are two lamps in my room that I haven’t been able to turn on until today, since I now have two extension cords provided by the hotel. The light they provided was appealing to me, and I quickly decided to act on my motivation to take pictures with them. The decision to be half nude yet covered felt natural, and positioning myself in close proximity with the smaller lamp felt comforting. It’s as if being near this light is a metaphor to me approaching the end of my quarantine process; the light at the end of the tunnel.





This series is in response to staying at a formerly functioning insane asylum while facing strange, racist experiences in Venice as a young Black woman. Both of these realities are intertwined.













