What we usually remember of life are special events, while most of our time we do nothing seemingly special. We are alone with ourselves or with the small circle of people, doing routine tasks in a familiar environment. This is the time that forms our fabric of life.

June is a diary of one woman’s summer month. It captures the everyday in tiny objects, using encaustic wax and digitally printed stills from documental footage.

Constant digital connection creates a very peculiar sense, or space, of missing, that takes a special place in the long-distance relationships. The language of an interface frames every act of intimacy, when we get so close, but instead of feeling each other’s skin, it’s just pixels on the screen.