I read back a little ways before starting this post, and much is the same, actually, yet intensified by more and greater horror from this administration. Now much of the country is self-isolating, waiting for the spike in COVID-19 cases that weeks of wasted time and ineptitude have made inevitable. I have no symptoms, and have been careful since late February. Last night I dreamed I had to go to the college, where a full audience was packed into the faculty area and overflowing into the office spaces. I wove my way through, growling What about social distance? Tim and I shook hands then realized we shouldn't have. Cindy from second grade was there. I packed up to leave, furious, then got very very lost looking for the subway in a treacherous area below TriBeCa, staved off an attempted mugging, and briefly lost my puppy. That pretty much sums up the jumble in me.
I voluntarily spend half of each week as I will now spend weeks on end: in my apartment, working with students and colleagues online, working in the studio. I'm very fortunate in this catastrophe. Being 62 doesn't work in my favor, but my job and income are secure, I have no underlying physical problems, and I have full control over my environment and activities.
My mother would be 89 today.
I have new work in the studio, still building on the Japan series begun in 2012.
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