A few weeks before Colorado went on lockdown I had already gotten major vibes about the impending pandemic. My husband and I gathered supplies for ourselves and the cats to hunker down for a few months. Our last grocery shopping trip was March 13.
Being in a high-risk group, I was at first terrified of everything and was focused 100% on not getting the virus and surviving. Once things settled, it felt "normal" to me to always be at home. But nothing about it was normal. As the death tolls mounted daily so did my inward, depressing thoughts. I glared out my window at Spring unable to really create anything. When I finally did, it was dark and ugly but expressed all of the morbid feelings that had come to reside in my mind needing to be let out.
In order to help break myself out of the funk I decided to chronicle the daily quarantine news and life on a roll of toilet paper; the most valuable currency on the planet at the height of the lockdowns. These sketches were nothing more than stick figures but gave me a way to journal my reactions to the constant changes we were all going through. In May, I was able to leave quarantine in our home and start working in a new studio. That was a lifesaver for me. I was excited to have an inspiring new place to work and relaxed into my surroundings to create serious, meaningful work.