More than a year after shut down began, the world has changed in ways that I find confusing and that I have not yet begun to process. It gets overwhelming at times and that’s when I need to focus on my breathing.
In the midst of this change and this chaos and this palpable sense of fear, there is one constant for me. The teddy bears that I collect and that are the theme of my bedroom. It’s more than the bears as objects or toys. These bears have meant more than just something soft, some decorative. When I paint their portraits and write stories about them, I have given myself permission to let my imagination lead, as opposed to my fear about the future, about a pandemic that doesn’t seem to end, and about the human interactions that I struggle to understand.