Life during the CoronaviruS and/or BLACK LIVES MATTER
Englewood, Colorado (USA)
When Colorado went to “shelter in place”, my family came together, adult children and all, to wait out what would soon become a pandemic. None of us knew what to expect. Anxiety ran high. To soothe and exercise my body, I began taking an early morning walk with our two puppies. Alone, at first, a thistle that I had not noticed before began to catch my attention. I eyed this thistle along my path every morning. It consumed my thoughts. I soon convinced my daughter to accompany me on these walks so that she could hold the puppies while I gathered the thistles. It was a painful process, cutting them down and carrying them back home in batches. But I knew I needed to preserve these plants in porcelain. As I spent day after day, dipping the plants and painting clay on them until they could be fired in the kiln, I listened to the news and fretted about the future. The thistle became synonymous with COVID in my mind. A scourge to many, this plant helped me synthesize what was happening, to understand the virus and our ability to maneuver safely around it. Taming it gives me hope.