Losing my senses & CHANGE IS COMING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
LOSING MY SENSES (LEFT):
The hardest part about the pandemic is losing the things that help with communication. Facial expressions, we've become almost faceless with the mass of cotton covering a third of what outlines how we intend our words to be taken. It's harder to hear one another so we've shortened our casual conversation or cut it off all together. Touch, having friends back away when instinctively going in for the handshake or hug. Wearing gloves and sanitizing, I'm erasing human contact. Learning to breathe behind a mask I smell nothing but me, no body smells perspiring or perfumed but appreciating I have the sense of smell. Emotional disconnect from the abstraction to unspoken communication I'm afraid will separate us more.
CHANGE IS COMING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT (RIGHT):
It was a strange coincidence to have the 17 year emergence of cicadas happen as we are quarantine. They are coming out as we are staying in. Greta Thunberg, in admonishment for climate change, was speaking to adjustment or consequences. The pandemic is forcing us to adapt to a new lifestyle or risk infection. Jane Goodall tells us not to blame the bats for coronavirus, blame ourselves for invading their space and wild meat markets. We need to change our habits to avoid other outbreaks.
The cicadas go through a transformation then I further changed them with color. Nature doesn't like to be messed with but the cicadas gave me a safe way to play. Their color changes as they move through the painted leaves, a transference within the environment. An adjustment to new things happening.