Watercolor and gouache on watercolor paper
12 x 12 in.
Framed, 20 x 20 in.
“The pandemic has started for me with my becoming a nerve wrack worrying about a potential quarantine. I remember flu quarantines that periodically closed my school in Russia for a few days at a time, but what would it mean this time? What would it mean now, having a small human being depend on me and my husband? What would we have to stack up on, for an indefinite amount of time, and not just for us adults, but also our first baby, which we are learning new needs about weekly? That includes where to find food, medication, house supplies, etc. which had been getting sold out hourly, and then figuring out where to store what we got in our one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Another daily concern had been whether we should stay in NYC or try to escape to a different state. The quarantine has also added great financial stress on me as a visual artist, just as on most people in our society, occupying my mental energy daily.
The experience in a way has connected me to stories I have heard since childhood from my grandparents about the Great War and books I have read from the survivors of the Cambodian and Sierra Leone genocides. These extreme circumstances happening now in my lifetime infuse me with anxiety. As my mind races, ideas of escapement come up. I think of birds that go south in the winter. These creatures have wings and could take off whenever and wherever they desire. But in this global situation that has affected nearly every region in the world, where would they go? Either way, they serve as figures of wisdom to me and as a reminder that we as a society will rise once again.”
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