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Pandemic Still Lives:

These drawings began as a meditation on living through a catastrophe while our days continue to be filled with kitchen table tasks. Each of these humble drawings is my way to honor the ordinary lives we have lost to COVID 19. I am a COVID survivor, and every ordinary day is a gift. The drawings document what is on my kitchen table and the tally of worldwide COVID-19 deaths on that day. Thank you for paying attention.

December 6..... Eileen's Stilled Life....1,540,633

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December 06, 2020

Today, one of these lives lost belonged to my aunt, Eileen, artist and mentor, much loved.

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January 27, 2021.....Winter blossoms like fireworks....2,178,099

January 24, 2021

It takes a week for the relief of a safe inauguration to set in ....as deaths continue to mount. Flowers from the garden make a small celebration, purple daisies the color of Michelle Obama's outfit at the inauguration, salvia, the hue of Kamala Harris' dress, and yellow daisies the color of Amanda Gorman's coat, collected in the bowl from my grandmother who gave birth to my father during the Spanish flu epidemic; (I wish I could ask her about that now)...all balanced on the "Atlas of Human Anatomy", as thick as the Bible that Joe Biden used to swear his oath of office.

Geraniums, African Daisies, Puzzle Piece...2,815,020

March 30, 2021

J. brought the pandemic rescue puppies over. They were skinny and sick but overjoyed to poke around in the geraniums. The little one brought me a puzzle piece. Who knows how long that little bit of cardboard had been under the front porch. It was from a puzzle of the zodiac that my mother used to bring out on long snowy nights in the seventies, and we would piece together our zodiac signs. Transported in a shoe box, that puzzle went from the east to west coast, and then down the Pacific shoreline to me, and I haven't thought about it since my father died in 2014. I choose this puppy, the puzzle piece safe in his soft mouth, who brings me a gift of memory, the return of something lost.