Author: Mary-Ann Stevens

And so I research, I make, I photograph, I try to make sense of the day, I go to bed.

I’m looking. I’m trying to find clarity, trying to clear my mind, trying to calm anxiety. In bed, I follow

A drip! Where is an end to this? Dissolving, dripping slowly, inevitably gaining momentum as the virus starts to peak.

It’s Easter and Duffy wanted to dance! I used paper-mache to sculpt this look for Duffy. With yellow tights, she

Just an indulgent self portrait on iPad

And so I find a way out of solitude, re-organising pens, reorganising my sketch books. Then photographing my efforts. So

So here I am living in isolation. Lying in bed with ‘things’, like comfort in these solitary times. My iPad

Having just come back from a hospital for a blood test, I wore protective clothing, mask, dressing gown to cover

Hands in chains. Currently locked in my flat due to the virus. Making art is the only comfort I find

And so my heavy head, propped up exhausted by over-washed hands. Two weeks in isolation. Experimenting with digital art.