Pyjamas, solitary, aloneness not lonely, thinking, reevaluating, worth? Value, people, thinking it all through, us, you, me. Virtual. Global. Islands all but an archipelago of zoom. Not gloom. Confined, restricted but oddly free. Food for thought, and making marks.
Just realised I have been taking snaps of my quarantine butcher’s block, where shopping sits for 72 hours after delivery before I can store it. I also documented my big store cupboard clear out in early March, checking and logging sell by dates. I have a box of essentials plus tinned duck in the wardrobe for Christmas 2020 and 2021. There is a spray cleaner and wipes by the open front door (to save the poor postman). So will use this and see where it takes me. A series of still life paintings that had no relevance in 2019. Also a shameful admission of my own status (a butcher’s block to spare?) when much of the world population has no soap and running water. I have a lot to think about with that. There may be poetry as well as mark making.