'They Can't Cancel The Spring'
Covid Confinement, April, 2020
On my increasingly restricted wanders, Spring is rebelliously spilling out.
In quarantine defiance, David Hockney's ' words resonate: 'They Can't Cancel the Spring' .......
In quarantine defiance, David Hockney's ' words resonate: 'They Can't Cancel the Spring' .......
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On the pandemic lock down in late March, like most, I felt helpless, shell shocked. Emotionally and physically trapped and tethered.
I had absolutely no control and for once there was no 'plan b'. ALL humans were affected. All of us had things in our lives cancelled. Life as we knew it was cancelled. We had no control.
As Artist David Hockney stated upon sending off a digital rendering of Daffodils from his Normandy lockdown location:
'Don't forget, They Can't Cancel The Spring'
Spring was defying the cancelled plans. Spring lived as it always had. Spring wasn't cancelled!
Hockney's statement was profound. I had control of something uncontrollable. If I could interact with Spring, I could cope with lock-down.
Onward in the daily neighbourhood wanders, I picked bits of Spring and brought her into the studio where I conversed quietly with charcoal and paint. Each painting was observed in one session and while I worked, closed buds opened as the hours passed .These intimate dialogues with growth consider the healing strength of our natural world. The daily ritual of 'Springs' were respite from an otherwise all-consuming dread of this different way of living.
On the pandemic lock down in late March, like most, I felt helpless, shell shocked. Emotionally and physically trapped and tethered.
I had absolutely no control and for once there was no 'plan b'. ALL humans were affected. All of us had things in our lives cancelled. Life as we knew it was cancelled. We had no control.
As Artist David Hockney stated upon sending off a digital rendering of Daffodils from his Normandy lockdown location:
'Don't forget, They Can't Cancel The Spring'
Spring was defying the cancelled plans. Spring lived as it always had. Spring wasn't cancelled!
Hockney's statement was profound. I had control of something uncontrollable. If I could interact with Spring, I could cope with lock-down.
Onward in the daily neighbourhood wanders, I picked bits of Spring and brought her into the studio where I conversed quietly with charcoal and paint. Each painting was observed in one session and while I worked, closed buds opened as the hours passed .These intimate dialogues with growth consider the healing strength of our natural world. The daily ritual of 'Springs' were respite from an otherwise all-consuming dread of this different way of living.
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Wayfaring
Ephemeral Graffitti
Children (& adults) need to be able to express how they/we are feeling about all of this. And reassurance that they are not alone in feelings of frustration, confusion, hope, loneliness, worry- and to be able to find ways of sharing their feelings.
Ephemeral graffiti is an alternative way to express thoughts and ideas by leaving messages and/or pictures on your driveway or front sidewalk with chalk or charcoal. Because it is outdoors, neighbours might happen upon messages on their restricted walks. It can be a safe and creative way of communicating with other neighbours. In using chalk or charcoal only, the rains make it ephemeral.