Note: This post was written on May 8, 2020 and published unedited on July 31, 2020. In the spirit of charting the course of this crisis for my personal records, I’m posting it anyway. It’s incompleteness somehow captures the sentiment of these times.
First, we were wishing to go back to normal, then protested that going back wasn’t possible. But here we are in it, waiting for the other side to know what the end looks like. I’m writing this post to chart personal, tactical, tangible change that will continue stay when we’re together again and close.
A liveable studio
My office, bedroom, kitchen, yoga, studio, art space, and living room is one big box with a hallway and bathroom. It’s tight but fine tuning the details every day is leading me to fall in love with my home and this city in new ways.
I recently collected a Night Pool print from Robert Bingham. This print took an already used wall space in the bathroom by other pieces. When those former pieces were hung in my entry way, I saw new possibility to turn my entry way into a yoga studio and place to take casual calls.
I deal with stress and loss of control by tidying and organizing. So needless to say, less important drawers and shelves are in tight shape giving me an overall sense of ease and order. After the isolation, I will be looking at new art and moving through the space differently.
The waking working life
The people I work with on a daily basis recently shifted, unrelated to COVID. Considering we spend the majority of our waking hours at work, the bulk of my day is look quite different than sixty days ago. Of course folks at HQ have much more empathy for being on Zoom every day, I hope that stays if we ever go back to offices.
Reading the cards
I’m taking a Tarot 101 class with Catland Books every Sunday in May with my friend Amy. I was looking for something playful, creative, and low pressure. Sure, it’s helping me tune into visual interpretation and my personal intuition. This is a new skill Amy and I are developing together, that did not exist months before lock down.
Exactly 57 days was the last time I made physical contact with another human. This two month hiatus