Since we had to postpone our first art show—The Union—we’ve decided to turn this into an opportunity to digitally showcase all the artists who’d submitted to the show.
My creative journey through COVID-19 was not at all what I expected it to be.
At first, I had the same thoughts as everyone else. I was going to have so much free, uninterrupted time that I wasn’t going to know what to do with all. I had a list of projects primed and ready. That list is still hanging on the wall next to me as a reminder of what life used to be.
I was going to teach myself to juggle.
The atmosphere I surrounded myself in was a roller coaster of emotion that I was in no way prepared to handle. I elevated doom scrolling to an art in and of itself. I would see these stories of artists using this time and maintaining any level of creative focus. I could barely keep from being envious that they felt anything other than fear or anger. The thought of sitting down and doing something creative just fed into the cycle to the point that I stopped trying all together. Until I didn’t.
I think I burned myself out. I stopped worrying and just tried to let things happen. I bought a new set of Gouache, and had fun getting to know them. Then I started playing with rainbow scratch cards.
It all came to a head one night when a rabbit hole led me to a crafting channel about role-playing terrain. I got hooked instantly. That night I was up until about 4 in the morning crafting this little hobbit house out of cardboard and tea leaves for a game that I don’t even play. Finishing that little house gave me a sense of peace I hadn’t had since before the lockdown. It was the sense that life would go on, but just may be a little different.
I never did teach myself to juggle, but the to do list is still there.
I have time.