'Lockdown in Winter' acrylic on canvas I was up the top of a small nearby mountain last year during the first lockdown (no I didn’t have a miracle and climb there, we drove) and as we sat and reflected on life from above I noticed how quiet it was, there were no man made sounds, just the birds and the wind and the sound of silence. There were hardly any cars on the roads far below and it was as if time stood still.
It was 2020, the year the world as we knew it changed dramatically. With Covid-19 came lockdowns and suddenly the people around me were stuck at home, unable to visit friends or family, unable to eat out or travel - all the things I had adapted to rarely doing during the last 11 years of living with CRPS. The lockdown restrictions were my norm, as a result I was probably better prepared than most people.
2021 and the pandemic and flash lockdowns continue, I no longer need to try and explain why I can’t accept invitations because there are none, most doctors’ appointments are by tele health so unless I required a face to face consultation I don’t have to make the huge effort to get to the clinic which often results in increased pain levels.
I listen and observe how the pandemic affects my friends, there’s lots of depression and heart break, I try to keep in touch but it takes a huge effort because my inclination lately is to retreat into my own small world.
Alongside the pandemic my CRPS persists with the same ups and downs and I wonder how all the other CRPS people out there are doing. I continue to spend many hours in my studio, I feel fortunate to have art as a lifeline.
I still believe that every day is a gift despite all the horrid things worldwide that threaten to consume us, but accepting the things happening beyond our control is never easy.
It was 2020, the year the world as we knew it changed dramatically. With Covid-19 came lockdowns and suddenly the people around me were stuck at home, unable to visit friends or family, unable to eat out or travel - all the things I had adapted to rarely doing during the last 11 years of living with CRPS. The lockdown restrictions were my norm, as a result I was probably better prepared than most people.
2021 and the pandemic and flash lockdowns continue, I no longer need to try and explain why I can’t accept invitations because there are none, most doctors’ appointments are by tele health so unless I required a face to face consultation I don’t have to make the huge effort to get to the clinic which often results in increased pain levels.
I listen and observe how the pandemic affects my friends, there’s lots of depression and heart break, I try to keep in touch but it takes a huge effort because my inclination lately is to retreat into my own small world.
Alongside the pandemic my CRPS persists with the same ups and downs and I wonder how all the other CRPS people out there are doing. I continue to spend many hours in my studio, I feel fortunate to have art as a lifeline.
I still believe that every day is a gift despite all the horrid things worldwide that threaten to consume us, but accepting the things happening beyond our control is never easy.
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