Three weeks ago I got slammed with covid. I was surprised how hard it hit me being that I am the most isolated person I know. Even as the fevers, pain and nausea started to lift, I couldn’t function. The intense fatigue and brain fog were debilitating. The thought of focusing on my sculptural sketches was too much. I’ve always dreamed of painting, but have been afraid to try. I had no problem painting as a kid. I lived for painting in any form…oils, acrylics, watercolor. In my old diaries I swore I was going to be a painter one day. With the brain fog swirling I pulled out some gouache and a small piece of paper and set the timer for 20 minutes. I pushed the paint around quickly and loosely and wrote down my thoughts. I released all judgements. I went back to the table each day for 20 minutes. A flow was moving and joy flickered through my deep depression. I’m feeling so much better now and loving these little pieces that saved me. I am going to make fifty and see where they go…
