A spike in the midst of a slow revolution

Feelings of claustrophobia, numbing paralysis, endless loops of uncertainty, a crisis of care, the lack of any safety nets, governmental or otherwise. This coupled with a newfound stillness, staying local, making do with what is available, nearby and small scale. The pandemic has led us all to question what the practice is and how it can be sustainable when it relies so much on infrastructure and collaboration. What is left when you are stripped bare of the conditions of making, the support systems, the materials, the immediacy of being a body that interacts with and in the world and is now living in a state of suspended animation through a screen. It has tested our patience on all fronts. The restlessness of staying put in one place. The intolerable fixity of staring at a screen. The nightmarish tunnel-vision of an unimaginable future.