One year into the Pandemic
I have begun to see the seagulls again flying around above the new Moynihan train station on my bike rides to my studio. The other day I was stopped at a light while I and a road crew worker stared up at them, amazed by the beauty of these so-called scavengers.
I have felt like a scavenger too, plumbing my store of fabrics and collecting new ones from far afield (Jaipur India) and close at home in the garment district. I’ve used this time to explore some new paths and let them lead me where they will.
I love these bike rides- I’ve ridden in all weather and even through sleet, though that was not pleasurable, and I’ve fallen on snow patches until I learned that you cannot ride over snow, but some ice is OK. I love seeing the landmarks I pass each day and the shopkeepers opening up their stores and working on the ubiquitous restaurant huts that provide pandemic dining. (Although I have never sat in one) It is sad to see closed and empty storefronts, but there seems to be a real resiliency, at least on the route I take down 9th Ave and up 8th Ave . Lincoln Center is still closed, but plans some outdoor concerts soon, and and the theater district is struggling for sure although eerily, the signs still flash in Times Square.
In my studio, my sanctuary, work goes on -Clients come safely for fittings, (though many of my projects have been understandably delayed to post-pandemic times) and I continue to create.
It’s been a difficult and long winter, but hopefully Spring will bring some hope and solace to the many who are struggling.