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There was a time when all seemed lost ...
Pandemic
Circa 2020
Working from home
Often minimal engagement
Most my customers were shut down
So living on a shoe string
Not much to do
Eventually started to paint again
The job precluded Art
Always on the road
Too tired at night or weekends
But then the pandemic
Suddenly more time than work
Out came the paints and brushes
I call this painting “Time Lost”
In the seemingly lost days
I painted for hours
It was something to do
A big deal day was when I sold one
A trip to the post office was a road trip
Mask and sanitizer lock and load
We made a joke of it
Going to the PO as we called it
Sometimes I miss those vacant days
Though not the fear of getting Covid
I was lucky
I only got the dreaded 19 once
Others not so lucky
Now the masks are gone
Just in time to bring them out again ….
Circa 2020
Working from home
Often minimal engagement
Most my customers were shut down
So living on a shoe string
Not much to do
Eventually started to paint again
The job precluded Art
Always on the road
Too tired at night or weekends
But then the pandemic
Suddenly more time than work
Out came the paints and brushes
I call this painting “Time Lost”
In the seemingly lost days
I painted for hours
It was something to do
A big deal day was when I sold one
A trip to the post office was a road trip
Mask and sanitizer lock and load
We made a joke of it
Going to the PO as we called it
Sometimes I miss those vacant days
Though not the fear of getting Covid
I was lucky
I only got the dreaded 19 once
Others not so lucky
Now the masks are gone
Just in time to bring them out again ….
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