far from the madding crowd

Art in a pandemic.

Turning up to the studio every day.

Looking through the window – watching how the sun and the moon move through the sky – noticing the season change, from summer, to autumn, to winter.

Listening to podcasts on psychology, neuroscience, genetics, physics, artificial intelligence, ethics, religion, politics, existential threats, …

Listening to music.  Reading poetry.


Recording thoughts in the form of haiku or tanka bashed out on an old typewriter daily, stuck into a copy of Thomas Hardy’s Far from the madding crowd with an accompanying painting or collage or print.

Turning some of the daily thoughts into paintings.

The days are just packed.