At Home, 2020.

Two years ago, I went to a friend's birthday party in early March of 2020. It was an potluck brunch art party, basically perfect. I drew this there, a dream day at home with my dog, Rosie. It really manifested, unintentionally, that year. 

 

I drew this during a major transition for me. I was getting divorced. I was living alone for the first time in my adult life. I was redecorating, finding myself and the ways I wanted to live, the things I loved. This plant was at my studio at the time, but she made her way home with us during lockdown (another unintentional manifestation, she's never been back to the studio and now has grown to three separate pots). 

 

It's strange how things change so suddenly and become so true all at once.

I don't live here anymore. But that space was truly mine in the pandemic. Plants galore. Pink carpet. Fresh flowers. A couch at an angle inspired by Sarah Melas' apartment in Hitch lol. (I talked about it all the time, I was so pumped about it.) And I miss that angled couch next to my oldest plant friend who has sadly not found her best life in my new home. 

 

In that time, it both was and wasn't where I wanted to be. And it was a short while in the long story of life that I was there, but it was great while it was. As imperfect as it was. Never forget that time I stepped on a frog at 3 am, the biggest test of my independence. 

 

Both of these pieces are from a collection I found in the small sketches around my apartment: At Home 2020. I drew a lot of everyday scenes, little things that brought me comfort during that time. You can see them on my site, if you'd like. It's like a little diary, a little reflection, though unintended. I made a lot of little art during the pandemic, and finding patterns in them while going through them later was bliss.