Melancholy doesn't come close to describing how I felt about the futility of making art when many people are simply concerned about breathing and not dying. It took awhile but after some deep conversations with friends I was reminded that art is essential!
Every act of creation is first an act of destruction and perhaps that is what Mother Nature is doing now with Covid-19.
An enormous fucking Reset.
Before the pandemic I was fortunate enough to have lived a quirky, artful life with genuine simple interests in nature, music, home, family and friends and the privilege of being an exhibiting artist.
Simplicity is the whole key to wellbeing.
Those who have been practicing it have unknowingly been constructing their own Noah's Ark to weather this transition.
Not the image of Noah’s Ark that you may have seen in children’s books or painted on nursery walls which was often small and cramped with giraffe heads sticking out of the top but the one in which Noah and his family were preserved from the Flood....something that affords protection or safety.
It remains a daily act of repair to nail on plank or two and plug the holes with pitch …but I am getting there.
Meanwhile, the air seems cleaner, people appear nicer and the stars seem more visible at night.