Art in lockdown, far from the madding crowd in Cheviot, North Canterbury, New Zealand.

Turning up to the studio every day.

Looking through the window – watching the sun and the moon – noticing the season change, from summer, to autumn, to winter.  Listening to podcasts on psychology, neuroscience, genetics, physics, artificial intelligence, ethics, religion, politics, existential threats, …  Listening to music.  Listening to the birds.  Reading poetry.  Slowing down.

Thinking.

Recording a thought every day in the form of a haiku or tanka, bashed out on an old typewriter and stuck into a copy of Thomas Hardy’s Far from the madding crowd with an accompanying painting or collage or print.  Turning some of the daily thoughts into paintings.

The days are just packed.