(Cue harp music…) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways… One, two, three, four, five… Wait, that isn’t how the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning goes, is it? In fact, she doesn’t say a single number, nor spell one out. The reason for that is numbers fail to capture all the nuances… Continue reading LOVE IN THE TIME OF CORONA: Love Writing, Writing Love
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Blood Trumps Stone – Art in the Time of COVID-19
So here we are. And art matters even less, doesn’t it? If only all the artists had gone to med school instead, we’d have enough doctors to go around. We’d have enough toilet paper to go around. We’d have enough water, enough cleansers, enough food, enough, enough, ENOUGH. We have enough, though, don’t we?… Continue reading Blood Trumps Stone – Art in the Time of COVID-19