"Love in the time of cholera"
21st March 2020
We are essentially quarantined in our homes because of Covid 19. With the drastic cancellation of normal social activities, it seems inevitable to question which activities are habitual or frivolous or irrelevant or meaningful.
I have been watching myself withdraw from the arbitrary rules of the art game for a few years. The constant pursuit of shows and reviews seems increasingly meaningless - unsatisfying and artificial on many levels. Am I simply jumping through hoops in a maze that is self-perpetuating?
I made a visit to the Arnold Arboretum in Boston on March 9. The weather was balmy, and there were early buds and soft waves of color. I am navigating my way slowly in my sensitivity to this place and what it can teach me. With all the unrest and undermining of our habitual anchors, I am finding that this public pathway through the trees can provide something very simple -- A place to be and a place to walk.
Just a walk (Arnold Arboretum)
I have been watching myself withdraw from the arbitrary rules of the art game for a few years. The constant pursuit of shows and reviews seems increasingly meaningless - unsatisfying and artificial on many levels. Am I simply jumping through hoops in a maze that is self-perpetuating?
I made a visit to the Arnold Arboretum in Boston on March 9. The weather was balmy, and there were early buds and soft waves of color. I am navigating my way slowly in my sensitivity to this place and what it can teach me. With all the unrest and undermining of our habitual anchors, I am finding that this public pathway through the trees can provide something very simple -- A place to be and a place to walk.
Just a walk (Arnold Arboretum)