i'm tired. i recognize my privilege. when the cup crashed to the floor, i was only upset for a second. because i know what it's like to feel like i'm broken before quickly putting myself back together. and for me, putting myself together means creating.
one of my art favorites, the jealous curator, issued a #30dayartquarantine challenge two weeks ago. i’ve been sifting through what that means on a daily basis, sometimes following my creative script and other times seizing what i found in front of me, be it children’s books, miniature zines inspired by austin kleon, homemade dinosaur teeth or a coffee-filled broken mug.
these are strange times sponsored by a global pandemic and there’s no right way to make sense of it all. there may be no way to make sense of it, period. but regardless, as we’re all in this together, apart, may each and every one of you find your groove throughout this — creative or otherwise. thank you to those creating and sharing and making assignments to keep us all sane.