The lockdown has been lifted but our borders remain closed (difficult with an island):
Masks, social distancing, hand-washing and a few other protocols and guidelines continue to be a necessary part of the “new normal”. Several business establishments have been given stipulated opening and closing hours. Students due to write exams later this month are in school with their teachers and they are all required to be masked and socially distanced in the classrooms. Citizens are out and about but are being g urged to “stay home if you are ill and call your doctor for advice on what to do and where to go for treatment and/or testing”.
We had a recent upsurge of COVID clusters, causing the closure of almost a dozen schools and several offices and the quarantine of primary, secondary and tertiary contacts. People were happy for an increase gathering numbers to 25 in public spaces but we’re now back down to 10 while still continuing the same COVID protocols.
Going out and congregating willy nilly is unwise at this time, which works for me.
I am not cowering in fear in my home but as a self-proclaimed home-body, I am quite happy to stay put. As a matter of fact, I welcome the opportunity to not “have to go anywhere unless absolutely necessary”. My husband is happy to run the necessary errands, so I’m good.
Lately though, I have a sense that even in the bliss of my contentment, COVID is wearing me down. I’ve noticed a dip my creativity. Inspiration has waned and Rita, my muse, has been either sleeping late or in quarantine.
Nevertheless, regardless how low or blocked or locked (down) or uninspired or lazy I feel, I put my butt in my chair every darn day.
I keep my palette and sketchbook open with pen and brush at the ready, to encourage me to sketch something, anything. Setting the stage for creativity is vital and it works.
Below are some of the sketches I’ve done recently on some of those mentally and psychologically hazy, cloudy, lazy days in late July: