Almost exactly a month ago, Kurt and I received the following note through Facebook Messenger: “Would love to be a part of a group of people who have weathered this alone (living alone or some other kind of alone!). It’s been difficult and easy and interesting and torturous.” Though it may appear cryptic, Anna Christine’s message made sense to us—we knew it was in response to our asking our FB community who are people uniquely impacted by the pandemic, people we should photograph. Anna’s suggestion was surprising and, in that surprise, humbling—neither Kurt nor I had considered the challenges of living on one’s own when thinking about who we might photograph as part of our ongoing artwork. In the process of capturing these images, we visited with old friends and made new ones, experiencing both unspeakable sadness and bright joy; but most of all, we felt a deep sense of connection with others who, like us, are doing their best to continue to live lives that are thoughtful and caring. Thank you, Anna, for writing to us. Also, rest in peace, RBG.


Andrés: “Living on my own during the pandemia: What certainly has been

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Carmen: “Living alone during COVID-19 has turned out to be really renewing.

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Javier: “It’s been a bit depressing at times. I consider myself strong.

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A bald middle-aged man sits in a merogold aphostlered chair wearing a tee shirt and thin glasses, holding a potted plant and green glassware.


“As a theatre teacher and artist, I produce six shows in a

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An older man dressed in a yellow, red, and black camo-patterned shirt and a red billed cap sits cross-ledded in a garden between two orange traffic cones.


“What has it been living by myself during the pandemic? I turned

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Anna: “Living alone during a pandemic and a quarantine can be an

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Lexington in the Time of COVID-19 is an artwork about people practicing social distancing at a time of a deadly virus. And also offering kindness.

Kurt Gohde and Kremena Todorova capture photographs at the periphery of American culture, where drag queens, discarded couches, and abandoned motel signs exist.