We’re Back!
As I walk around North Cambridge, MA for exercise and photo opportunities, I pay close attention to the storefronts and restaurants. Some are hanging in. Others have said their goodbyes...
Our Face of Ours is Revealed in the New Year
Art and its ability to elevate people inspire me and how I perceived 2020 felt like every day for creatives. On some level, art is life—telling a story or simply...
Finding Meaning in Feathers
We can only speculate and wonder what the parrot-like petroglyphs in the North American Southwest, dated 5000 BC, or the ibis in Egyptian art, from 2000 BC, symbolized to their...
A Prayer in the Time of the Pandemic
During Covid, it's been challenging, at times, for me to make art, to quiet my thoughts and stop doom-scrolling on Twitter. The practice of daily painting has helped. But what...
The Stilling of Life
In March of 2020, as the reality of the pandemic was sinking in, I realized that the focus of my photography would have to change. I like to do street...
Falling into Winter
For many weeks, it was a glorious fall in Greater Boston. Knowing this time was fleeting, I tried to capture it in this painting. The leaves were changing color and...
Monday “Masks of Boston” 2021 #4
Who do you wear a mask for? (Ed. Note: Every Monday, The Pandemic Lens publishes an image from Katherine Taylor’s “Masks of Boston” project. To date, Kathryn has photographed nearly...
Hope Stayed in the Box
My paintings are my diary. And my diary is part therapy, part meditation, part practice in gratitude. Far less Pollyanna and far more survivalist, this brand of gratitude is simply...
