“The window contains nothing, while the mirror contains everything.” Robert Smithson.

The loss of the ordinary during the Pandemic penetrates into our reality with resistance. The ordinary distance is no longer ordinary—the long-distance attempts to disguise as an ever-close remoteness on virtual platforms. The enigmatic notion of distance lingers, pretending to be the norm but in a new norm. The new norm, however, is never going to be our norm because we know this change is temporary.
Effacing the frame that divides the outside and the inside blurs the distance between them. The reflected images are the multiplication of reality. Here the constructed reality obscures the line between the heterotopic otherness and the nostalgic ordinary.