2020 Pandemic [U.S]
I live in the United States where I will say, the 2020 Pandemic has been the worst in the world. For a long time I’ve been silent about it, as I was observing and taking it all on. My entire life changed, as well as those around me. We all stopped going out, socializing as we traditionally did, I stopped going to an office and worked solely from home, and I worried about my security in every aspect, as many other Americans did. I knew once the Corona Virus infected my town and many like mine life would never be the same, and watching this virus infect people was going to be very hard.
little did I know at this time it was about to set off so many historical events I wouldn’t even be able to process it. From my window I watched protests, riots, brutality, lying politicians, reckless acts of selfishness by my government, people lose their homes, their jobs, and their ability to provide for themselves and their family, AND no help on the way from anyone. I watched people die live on the internet. I watched authority figures beat people who were doing nothing provocative. I watched my own city trap me with in its walls. It was very hard to sleep or do anything feeling helpless from my home.
I spoke to a lot of other creatives during this time and we all seemed to feel frozen and unable to make work. I felt bad or like I had lost touch in my ability to draw. Anything I once enjoyed drawing seemed silly. Frivolous even. I felt it productive to turn all my social media into a hub of information and over night became a reporter for my small following. So much misinformation and propaganda was flying around it was a lot to keep up with. I wanted to pause, share definitions of words, informations backed by studies, and misquotes that were being blown out of proportion.
Historically Artists are both activists and members of a propaganda party. We’ve worked with governments to create campaigns to help citizens fall in line, and revolutions to tear the oppressive regimes down. This felt like one of those moments to me. All I could think to do was make work that helped a cause, for free, offer my tools to those who needed it for free, and to share a first hand perspective of what I was seeing. Yet I still felt so frozen.
It is not too often in one’s society that you experience such a traumatic event you build networks with in it to reflect and try to change, yet that’s what the Pandemic of this year set us all to do. Communities with no food or money, counted on people to find it, and build it back. No greater power has or will save them.
In asking myself what can I do to help, I just made work, and wrote about how it made me feel. Everyone else organized the food, money, and infographics. All I had was how I felt…vulnerability.
Below are the works i’ve made during October of 2020. The first time since the Pandemic ‘began’ in March I had made work. Each work had an elaborately written caption to encapsulate concepts and feelings of each portion of quarantine, protests, lack of funding and health care, etc, that the United States faced. It’s what I saw, what I heard, and what I felt. A true snap shot in time. And it’s really only the beginning. I do not know what will be coming next.