A Not-So-Willing Look At Oneself
This is a piece I did some time ago. Back in the years of creating landscapes with aluminum. I titled it "Persistence" . It speaks to the human instinct to survive.
I don’t pretend to know what everyone else is going through during this pandemic. My hope is that it has resulted in some serious self-reflecting. For many, it will. For others, it won’t.
As for me, personally, I looked and saw what I’ve been doing for years. When this can cause an artist who works solo, doesn’t have an outside job and isn’t very social to feel isolated, that’s telling. It gets back to that old adage, you don’t know what you have til its gone.
I miss my family. I miss art shows. I miss going shopping whenever and wherever I feel like it.
Now the country is showing signs of reopening. Which is all well and good if you’re young and healthy. Although, with scientists learning new things about the virus every day, there could be some long-term negative effects. I, on the other hand, am now so young. I feel I have to stay in to stay safe.
Now I’m anxious to get back out into the world and get social. I can make art and have a life.
I long for new friendships and connecting with old ones. I long for social gatherings and face-to-face conversations. It isn’t only the young, working class people who miss all this. This is hard on those of us who feel more threatened.
It's not fearing mongering. It's not political. It’s not infringing on rights. It’s scientific facts. Something that many older Americans simply refuse to acknowledge. Have fun “out there”. If you’re looking for me, I’ll still be under this rock.