Not About Lockdown

On July 26, 2020 I landed with my wife and our two daughters in Bristol, UK. Because of COVID-19, a few hours earlier the British government imposed a 14-day quarantine on citizens from various countries, including Spain. We picked up our rental car and drove three hours south to an old isolated house in the middle of the forest in Cornwall, where my in-laws live. There we would spend the mandatory confinement. All the images were taken during those two weeks except the last one, taken five days later. In a context as dystopian as it was disconcerting, the camera became my intimate tool to question the limits between reality and fiction, and to capture our fears and hopes arising from this global crisis. Sublimating the everydayness of our family life to reveal realities beyond appearances, I turned the act of photography into a poetic refuge from where to palliate the effects of the lack of freedom, because even paradise can become a prison if you are forced to stay in it.