Hope Springs Eternal
It was a curious juxtaposition. It was late April, the height of the Coronavirus outbreak in the Boston area where I live. The news was dreadful daily, increasing numbers of...
My Kind of Isolation
The lockdown has been especially hard for me. A motion designer, I was easily able to transition to working from home and sharing work via the cloud. But part of...
Invisible Spreading: Virus and Art
In an earlier post (Waiting for This to End: My “Pandemic days” Project), I mentioned how at the beginning of the pandemic creating new art felt superfluous and I was...
Pandemic Trickle Down Economy
At this time of the year, Harvard Square is typically teeming with people moving en masse, which benefits street musicians like Peter Pobodry. A fixture in the Square, Peter is...
Isolation
It was mid March and the concern that the world would face a serious pandemic had turned from “a possibility” into an undeniable “reality.” My trip to Ireland for an...
American Dream. . .or Pandemic Nightmare?
After over 20 years of ownership changes, construction delays, and financial and legal challenges, the American Dream Mall was slated to open, finally, in March 2020, but then was forced...
Universal Connection
Bill Oakes, my late husband, would have had a lot to say about the pandemic and the role of artists in helping people to process what COVID 19 has wrought...
Dinner is Served
I couldn’t resist substituting a mask for my napkin at a recent dinner get together with two if our neighbors in the “Driveway Bistro” (a parking space replete with designer...
