![]() ‘Sick shaming’ cold symptoms has led to misuse of meds - spreading germs even further, experts warnįast-moving new COVID-19 variant sparks concern - just in time for the holidays I filmed myself for 12 hours dehulling some of the emmer with my thumbnails, and made two tiny bread bricks out of the resulting flour.Īccepted every invitation to go dancing, gotten my driver’s license before the DMV shut down, did more hands-on teaching and invited those acquaintances that could have been close friends over for dinner and hand-fed them.NY’s exodus won’t stop ’til the state reverses its ever-leftward course I grew a field of wheat and oats, and harvested and processed the whole thing by hand. ![]() There was my guy, the birds, a lamb, snakes, wheat plants from seed to stalk (I spent many hours speaking to them), so many women, especially my twin sister: We are identical and feel most alike in the ways we succumb to dizzying grief and anxiety, so we know how to pull each other out of it best. For one, and this may sound really trivial considering the multitude of loss that’s characterized the last year, I killed my goldfish. If I had to sum it up: dear god, really anything not on Instagram Live. ![]() The Drawing Center had a great show of 100 drawings from the past year that I felt really lucky to see, and I spent a lot of time making my own. I’m guessing there are some other artists who identify. I can’t do the computer theater, it’s too depressing for me, and I’ve turned down a couple of on-camera jobs because I am just as scared of this virus as I was a year ago. I feel like a heel even saying that since so many people in this country and around the world are suffering as a result of this pandemic in ways I can’t even fathom. The plug getting pulled on “The Minutes” was truly devastating for me. I’m normally involved in a number of creative endeavors, in different forms, but the theater is my lifeblood and I don’t know who I am without it. ![]() And while my family is my focus and my joy, from a creative standpoint, this year for me has been a dust storm. My wife finally said, “Here’s what you have to do: read books, watch movies, cook dinner and take care of our boy.” That is what I’ve done. All four times, I emerged from my office after two or three weeks, rattled, defeated, feeling lousy about myself. On four separate occasions, I arranged my schedule with Carrie so I could have six uninterrupted hours a day to write. With that in mind, we open this window into the past - and perhaps a door to the future. But they asked to share one caveat: “Obsessing over what it did to me specifically almost inexcusably leaves out my constant awareness of the damage to my community, the arts in general, to say nothing of the half a million dead Americans,” wrote the composer Nico Muhly. Through interviews and written answers, edited and collected here, they let us into the life of a creative mind in quarantine. The questions we asked them are ones you may be asking yourself: Did you make anything that mattered? Who and what comforted you? Which moments will you remember? Which ideas would you like to forget? What would a do-over look like? And what’s still on your to-do list as “normal” comes into focus? While we wait for that to emerge, we asked 75 artists to open up about their creative travails and triumphs a year into the pandemic. Great art will be made from this time, about this time, inspired by this time.
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