Writing about my creative life in these times, many times seemed surreal. I felt removed from what was happening around me. And, I was–removed. Everyone was affected in ways that grew into something new. Everyday. Every week. Grew into months. But, it was never just about the pandemic, but the erosion of our conscience, our values and principles, the excess and then the need for more, or greater, or faster than before. Forever changing, so constantly adapting and then accepting. Even if only momentarily.
At first this pandemic allowed me a space of time, but then what was happening around me and everyone was so unbelievable that I felt fortunate to have a project to focus on. When things turned from bad to worse, I felt a responsibility once move–wake up the apathetic. Demand change. Insist on the hierarchy to be the leaders that are needed instead of reaping the benefits, high on their pedestal. Untouched, Unscathed. Seemingly unfazed. The divide has grown deeper, wider too. United we stand. Divided we fall. Once taken seriously. Now forgotten in it’s meaning. For people no longer want to think that much or too deep or for too long.
These experiences instead of learning from them seemed to bring out the worst, in the most unexpected way and from the most unexpected people. And so many. It does seem an impossible task, or an impossible endeavor at times. But, I still won’t believe that. The result at the end is worth working toward. But, it is going to take time, Precious time. But we can make it productive and worthwhile. So for this reason, we have to rise above it all. Overcome and show we can make a better difference and learn from this fiasco. We all have to learn to work together and appreciate instead of letting inflated egos rule and ruin. We can’t let that happen.