I go on silent meditation retreats a few times a year. We have to hand in all our technology – especially our phones – but with the permission of my teacher I took my camera in.

Selected images from a larger exhibit in Nov 2018 that was presented at Central Saint Martins School of Arts, London, as part of a reportage photography series.

I think I’m late for the evening session.
I need a nap.
Why do I feel so sad?
I wonder if she’s emailed me already?
What’s the word for this feeling?