It’s 2023 and I’m still here. I haven’t written for quite a while. I believe I found the last entry to be way before the day that life stood still(2020). It was in March 11, 2020 that life ended as we knew it.
Silent spring 2020, oil enamel on corrugated metal. Collection of the Woodmere Art Museum.
At the time, I like most became self reflective about my life and my art making. Thinking of what was important in my actions and documenting the world around me. Certainly much to record as I perceived or try to make sense of it all. I painted small retablos for our beloved losses, and worked on portraits of family members in case my own life was shortened, The portraits I always told family and friends I would create but pushed backed due to other projects.
These works offered me love and tenderness that gave me hope. The other side of our isolated life left us reading and listening to the news. Our divided nation, the injustice in our society, the love and the hatred being experienced everyday to disenfranchised, people of color, and migrants of our global world.
For love, acrylic study on masonite. 6″x6″, 2022
It’s 2023, and we keep trying to find solid ground. I paint to continue to try to make sense of the world around me. Slowly waking up and learning to live with love and loss. I think we are all going through some sort of healing, Take care of yourselves and make sure to walk in the path of love.