The Coronavirus has touched (figuratively and literally) virtually every aspect of life. Not just a certain section of life or area, ALL LIFE. When was the last time everyone in the world had the same thing in common?
If you have an example, please let me know.
I’m scared. Terrified actually. I’m not ashamed to admit it. This is scary. This is disruptive. And… it’s taking a lot of effort telling myself it will pass. Life will be weird for a few weeks, but it will pass.
That being said, I’m afraid to touch anything. I hear a cough and I seek shelter. We have toilet paper but I STILL don’t understand why that was (and is) the number one panic buy of 2020.
I, like millions of others, have a lot to lose. I suppose my anxiety (I’ve always been a bit high strung) is in overdrive simply because I’m older and I do have so much to lose. THat’s not to say someone young couldn’t feel as I do… but it’s just… real. Really real. So much of my time is spent with the “less” real which makes the REAL real all the more real.
I’m just being honest. Being real. the few hours a day I get to make art, specifically these family portraits, are the best part of the day. I can turn my thoughts and brain off and let muscle memory do what I was trained to do. Today’s Alan Bean piece is one I’ve had in mind for a while. Great artist and great guy. If you didn’t know who he was, you would’ve never known he was one of only 12 humans to walk on the moon. Hell, he was just as shocked to get that gig as anyone.
Alan Bean was real. If I can get to even the outskirts of his real in my life, well, that’ll be an accomplishment.