Perception.

Nearly a year in a new captivity, a new world of masks, home learning and fear of getting close.
A year of extremes.
A year that screens became the window to the world.
A year of superheroes in blue.
A year that saw my children grow out of their shoes and I didn’t need to replace them.
A year of insomnia and stars I didn’t know existed, early morning breath and bird song, dogs racing through discarded masks and gloves.
A year where the doorstep and the sky outside felt too big.
A year we are still here, lucky to continue, reluctant to move forward for fear of leaving behind that which we’ve lost.
A year.
Posted on March 6, 2021, in Uncategorized and tagged art, cats, covid diary, Drawing, Family, Illustration, nhs, pandemic diary, Pets, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Sums up my feelings precisely Angie and you have kept me going with your amazing drawings and your look on our world during the past year β€οΈππππ
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Thank you Liz. βΊοΈβ€οΈ
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>A year that saw my children grow out of their shoes and I didnβt need to replace them.
A year that I saw my children grow out of their shoes, even before they get the chance to wear them. π’
My youngest (6yrs old) have this line in his prayer, “wear shoes and ride airplane.”
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