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.