pandemic daydreams
2020 - 2021
Acrylic on canvas, multiple sizes

coronavirus

pandemic daydreams xxv, 35 "x 35"
Acrylic on canvas

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pandemic art
coronavirus
pandemic daydreams ii, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas
pandemic daydreams xi, 20"x 24"

pandemic daydreams xii, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic daydreams
pandemic daydreams
pandemic art
pandemic daydreams iii, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic daydreams i, 20" x 24"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic daydreams xviii, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic art

pandemic art
pandemic daydreams
pandemic daydreams iv, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas
pandemic daydreams v, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas
pandemic daydreams vvi, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic art

pandemic art
pandemic xv

pandemic daydreams xiii, 16" x 20"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic daydreams xv, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas
pandemic
pandemic daydreams ii
pandemic daydreams xvi

pandemic daydreams vi, 24" x 20"
acrylic on canvas

pandemic daydreams xvi, 20"x 24"
acrylic on canvas
pandemic daydreams
pandemic art

pandemic art
pandemic daydreams xxiii, 25" x 19"
acrylic on canvas
Copper Sun, 40" x 30"
acrylic on canvas
pandemic daydreams xxiv, 32" x 36"
acrylic on canvas

This series, pandemic daydreams, explores my subconscious in a time of profound anxiety. I sometimes drift off into sleep and upon waking remember clearly for a moment the scenario the dreamlet contained. A dream fragment during the day, or as I reframe it here as a daydream, allows my subconscious to float to the surface of consciousness. What is revealed is not always easily understood, but now it is the plague that plagues my sleeping life. Strange ideas emerge; comical, nightmarish, filled with chaos and disruption, the invisible made visible, interpreted from brush to canvas. The paintings serve as a visual diary of my psyche during the corona virus outbreak.

My quarantine cocoon strolls include Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, where newly dug soil can be seen on numerous fresh graves as I make my way through the hills seeking fresh air and exercise. Rising smoke from the crematorium is a constant reminder of those we have lost. Migrating birdsong fills my ears, but death hovers in the whirlwind around us. Who are we losing today? What will remain of our pre-COVID life and society when this is over? When can we hug each other again? As the pandemic hit, I felt the desire to connect and reflect with others about what we are all losing: our elders, our community members, our friends, our family, and our “IRL” connections with each other. I look forward to the day when this chapter is a distant memory, but for now I will investigate the discomfort of our present moment.

Full feature spread in:
Feminist Studies, Inc Vol.46. No. 2 (2020) 10.15767/feminist studies.46.2.0327

©Feminist Studies

Displayed at

The Local NY, LIC
Pandemic Series, Solo Exhibit
May - July 2020
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Inclusion in: Global Poemic
Kindred Voices on the Era of Covid-19
July 2020
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Inclusion in: CovidDreams
Zine by linebridgebody.com
March 2021

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