3 months after lockdown lifted, a so-called normal life is still stuck in somewhere unknown. The word ‘pandemic’ is from the Greek word all+people, according to the dictionary on Google. I’d never used the word ’pandemic’ this often, as well as ‘quarantine’ or ‘furlough’ or putting ‘sanitise’ in front of as many nouns as possible.

I don’t need to describe how surreal it is at the moment, everybody feels it that we probably can’t call its surreal anymore. The idea behind this “Pandemic Flowers“ came from a lonely overground (any transportation ) carriage that used to be full of people. The flower sculpture took over empty seats, mimicking, traveling alone. The moss island was inspired by just a single quote from John Donne’s “No man is an island“ that I learned and got interested in when I binge-watching Downton Abbey during the lockdown. It seems ironically fitted that “No man is an island“ with this '‘all+people pandemic’, the best solution is isolation. Does that mean we all still need to be an island sometimes? or learn to be one? Does the continent have its limit?

Photos by Fang-Yu Cho