Today I was feeling some quarantine fatigue. Not for this creative process but just tired of the awkward social distancing, masked shop keepers, no touching, remembering your paperwork, there go the cops will I be stopped, repetition of disinfecting which as someone who is NOT a germaphobe is so mentally exhausting. We are all doing our best, taking the guidelines seriously because I believe this investment of our liberty is for the greater good. The longer we stay like this, the shorter and less catastrophic the damage will be... even if we feel so over it.
Kevin and I sometimes say how we wish we could just magically go to sleep for a few months until this is all over and not have to live the same Groundhog Day at the crack of dawn. We try to keep some semblance of what a week used to be, little markers that today IS different from yesterday. On Saturday mornings we have croissants and watch “Gourmet Makes” on Bon Appetit... is it Saturday? I think so.
I procrastinated going into the studio today because my head was too much in reality. But when I finally did, the most wonderful thing happened... the wisteria vines crept in and took over the world I once knew and finally my mind could rest.