Honestly, it’s strange to talk about or even make art with the health crisis the world is in. There’s a Wal Mart I shop a short distance from work when I need to grab and go. Not able to find toilet paper yesterday at the grocery store, I figure to go to this Wal Mart in the a.m., which was around 6:30. To my dismay, this usually sparse parking lot is darn near full of cars.
All I wanted was toilet paper, right? I see packed carts and long lines with about three cashiers and a train of folks at the self-checkout. Before I know it, I’m grabbing this, that, and everything else. Stuff I don’t even eat is now in my cart, bought and tucked in my pantry. It’s a crazy, worrisome and such a surreal time we’re in. I mean, it’s in the bible but who the heck thinks they’ll be around to witness it?
I’m going to tell you about a dream I had some years ago. I was a kid in the dream, around 8 or 9. I was playing outside alone and people were running rapid and crying. It was a dusky kind of day, heavy clouds and a warm, yet comfortable temperature. Well, the people in hysteria were adults and the kids were playing, unassuming to all the madness. It was dramatic and peaceful simultaneously. When I woke up, it was answered for me that this was the rapture.
Now, I don’t count myself religious. However, I do have an awareness. I don’t like thinking about endings or unknown beginnings. I haven’t picked up a bible in awhile but it could be time. It is.
Aaaahhhh…However normal turns out, I’m still an artist. I write, paint, sew, think and view through a particular lens.
Please, stay safe.