Covid-19 has stolen my voice. I went silent in March and am still mostly silent. I live alone so not seeing people makes this more severe. I’m struggling to write. Maybe I don’t believe there’s a reason any longer, though one could certainly argue that there’s never been a more vital time to lift your voice. I am trying every day to lift mine.
I find solace in making art. I’ve been doing a month-long art journal for the first time since I was in art school, when I would sometimes keep one for a particular class. It’s been instructive. This torso reminds me that creating torsos was an original love of mine and probably what I would have worked on if I had expanded into sculpture.
Hi Jane, I’m glad that you’ve found some solace and creativity in making art. I am in the same boat as you re: writing – I force myself to do morning pages (sometimes in the afternoon!) but haven’t been able to write anything else. I did take a zoom class with someone I had worked with before and because I had deadlines for 6 weeks in the course, I was able to write some stuff (not substantial but better than nothing!) but once that ended I really just can’t seem to write. I was supposed to go on a writing fellowship in Virginia in March but obviously that was cancelled and that was a huge blow as I’d been building up to that. [I’m taking ukulele lessons and singing so that provides an outlet for me!]
I’m sending hugs and solidarity – these are very hard times indeed.
I hope you are finding some comfort and solace, too!