Quarantine Artwork

A time of suffering like no other. Our stable world was crumbling right before our eyes and there was nothing I or anyone could do about it. Perhaps praying to whichever divine being you believe in. Still– was that going to be enough? Time didn’t seem to be on our side. The world’s despair was palatable. I turned inward by creating. Turning outward was not an option. Without being too hyperbolic – death was all around us. In my home I was able to find an old canvas that became the base for this work. Never having a plan, which I love, it was time to start layering my piles of found objects. As I am a bit of a hermit by nature I was able to use this time for me. I was able to shut out the shut-down world around me. This work consists of ripped up jeans, cardboard, twine, various paints, carpet tacks, and leather. Creating without being confined by procedure, whatever happens happens, kind of like how I felt as the pandemic raged. Being able to create is no substitute for human life, but it was necessary for my life as I grieved all the losses. This piece is part salvation, part diary, and part memorial.