Nothing in my life could have prepared me for what has happened in these past several months. So far, thanks to good people and coincidences, I’ve managed to get by. On heavy days, I’m reminded that many people don’t have that luxury. Sometimes I wish I could give myself some sort of heads-up of what was to come this year.
2020 zapped my creativity. I’m slowly finding my way back to art.
When I wasn’t producing, I questioned my identity as an artist
My home is full of hand-me-downs. When I feel lonely, these items raise me up.
The objects remind me of the sense of connection and joy I take from art
