As an educator, and a person deemed 'essential' in doing the work of elder engagement (non-clinical), much of my creative practice, especially in the beginning of the pandemic, was focused on attempting to capture how I was feeling. The confusion. The fear. Knowing the implications for my parents... knowing the risk for my siblings, all essential frontline workers... knowing that my place of work, and the folks I worked with, were especially vulnerable.
... I began through the process of exquisite poetry; pulling from books on my shelf. Most, non-fiction essays from the likes of Solnit and hooks.
As I continued to write, the textual elements became more personal. I began documenting my home, a place that I spent 12 weeks working from, while waiting to be called in for onsite work. When I was finally called back in during mid-May, I continued to document my experience through writings and photographs.
The work remains - in process.