I’ve had a hard time dropping in lately. And when I say lately, I mean…for the last 6 months. The stresses of transition, of moving, of the unexpected, of the out-of-my-control are veiling my sense of reality. Work has changed drastically & come home. Research has deviated direction & come home. Creative practice has dwindled significantly & come home. Social engagements have entered mediation & come home. This home-ness. I keep thinking I should like this, as an introvert

This is an odd time of uncertainty, social distancing, and expanded at-home experiences. Making work during this time is anything but normal. These contexts are preventing me from approaching process in the ways that I would normally (with ample time spent in the studio sweating, partnering, and collaborating with other people). Our current circumstances have brought up fears and insecurities around art-making that are new for me. The thought of the solo artistic endeavor is