As if the sirens weren’t loud enough during the pandemic – the fireworks started! So many people complained about them, but I loved when they started up. They were proof that someone was living during the pandemic.
This painting was inspired by a small, yellow bird in Riverside Park in NYC – and the speech “Beyond Freedom: A Time to Break The Silence,” that Martin Luther King, Jr. gave at Riverside Church, where he urged us to consider the importance of people in our thing-oriented society.
One afternoon I took off alone to get away from to explore Brooklyn. This painting – Poplars in the City – is the result.
We’ve all been through a lot during 2020, the pandemic being the gigantic cherry bomb on the already completely destroyed cake. I hunker down in the art room or the terrace and paint my head off. Because that’s the only way I know how to do this.
I still get a thrill whenever I step outside and see these rooftop water tanks, because they remind me that I am now a New Yorker. Something I am so proud to be. Pandemic or not.
I was stuck in NYC alone for my birthday, with only the five quarantine cats to talk to (I’d taken my daughter’s cat and all of her roommates’ cats under wing – adding to our already 2-cat house).
I moved to N.Y.C. during the heart of the heart of the first wave of the 2020 Pandemic. My husband had three or four months of work to do in D.C. before he could join us (us, being the cats and me). After the first week of translating cat talk, I went to Riverside Park to at least watch other people speak to each other!