The permanent status of coronavirus living for the last 18 months has me feeling discombobulated and unattached. My head and my heart are not in communication because if I think too much my heart breaks and if I feel too much my brain implodes from fires and floods and the playpen politics of the U.S.…
Since 1996, I have worn this pink sweatshirt every summer at the beach. Twenty-five years of daily wear and weekly wash from May to September has impacted the sweatshirt. It grows a new hole each season which by the next season is not only older but bigger. So each summer, before anyone has an opportunity…
I was looking back at some of my drawings from May 10, 2020. We were still fully masked. There was no opportunity to smell the spring air. I drew imaginary dinner parties with 6 at the table. . I drew what it felt like before when I could wander the halls of the Met on…
