![]() Now, nine months later, we’re entering into another phase of lockdown, another phase of being inside, trying to stay safe, trying to survive amidst uncertainty and fear. I thought the project would be timely, would be something I could look back on by now with perspective and distance, from a world that was “normal” once again. The images focused on the ice and snow in the windows themselves, on the barrier that both separated and protected me from the outside world, at the patterns and structures of ice and condensation, at the lens through which we see the world. I made a book there called Safe Inside, that responded to the rapidly changing world I found myself in while away from home, that looked through the windows, looked out from a position of safety, out into a world that was increasingly dangerous and fearful. The walls would just be too much.īack in March, when the pandemic started, I was the artist-in-residence at the Gushul Studio in Blairmore, Alberta. ![]() It covers my face, and those of most other people. Even if being a sea of tranquility or at a pool party would be lovely right now, somehow I know the the color alone won’t get me there… and I see plenty of this color everywhere I go. ![]() We need to do what we can to make sense of these strange times, all the stranger for the length of time they’ve gone on, and for our inability to know when they may eventually end.Īnd no, in case you’re wondering, I did NOT actually paint my walls face mask blue. Or two things, really: I made a photograph, and then made a book (photos of the book are below, as well as in the Book Arts section of the website). They felt like some vaguely remembered glimpse of the world we lost in the time before the masks.Īnd so I had to do something. The names were things like Sea of Tranquility, Pool Party, Paris Runway, Yeah Baby… things that felt nothing like these strange and isolated times we’ve been living through. We thought they’d be with us a short while, but two years into the pandemic, here we are: a sea of anonymous faces hidden in a sea of blue.Īnd so I decided that I needed to know what that shade of blue was called, because it must have a name, right? I visited several hardware stores, and collected the paint chips that most closely matched face mask blue.
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