far from the madding crowd

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.

Thinking.

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.

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.

Thinking.

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.