“Like a dream,
Whatever I enjoy
Will become a memory;
The past is not revisited.”
―
What have we lost this year, the year of the pandemic?
That’s an intensely personal question, isn’t it. As an older person who is dreadfully aware that the ultimate end of my days is drawing near, the greatest suffering of the Pandemic hasn’t been having to stay at home, losing my job, or even suffering from illness or the death of loved ones. It is the frustrating knowledge that as days come and go, I can’t ever reclaim them. My loss is time, and there is no recovery for that.
These images are monoprints. I used a transfer process to print them to Stonehenge printmaking paper. The script is asemic writing. Asemic writing requires you to decide what it’s meaning is.
