The Creation of Alpha Painting

I was fixated by my positive covid test. This was my 2nd time getting it, and I got pretty sick. It was just as everything re-opened and so my partner would go out and have fun and enjoy the open world, and come in at 3am and tell me all about what I missed. He would sit on an office chair in the hallway, I would stay tucked up in bed and listen to all the “cabarets” (that’s what we call funny stories). As he went to bed and I tried again to get some sleep I began to think, what are the chances?! We were both equally likely to get it. I just got unlucky. I mean we are all in this together…. I heard a lot of people say, “we are all in this together”, but were we? Were the rich really as likely to get it as those having to keep working in factories? Are the poor less likely to die than those able to access private health care? Did everyone have the latest smart phone to get messages about exposure? Did we all have access to reliable sources of accurate information? For a virus that does not judge, does not stigmatise, did we turn this into us and them? And am I us…or am I them? When I was well enough to get out of bed, I grabbed an old canvas and I located in my paint box the colours that reflected the way I was feeling…Green for Nauseous, orange for fevery, red for mighty p*ssed off to be missing out on fun, and yellow for hopeful I would soon feel better, and I smeared it over the canvas. Once dry I added the most important thing, the thing that was lingering on my mind the most. My positive test.