Quarantine With Helicopters - New Works by Janet Morgan
I live near the Barclay Center in Brooklyn that has been a hub of protest, some nights with helicopters overhead for hours. I joined in from a safe distance, and was encouraged by the intelligence and energy of the young people of all colors.
Most of these works were made or finished during quarantine, the sorrow of struggle producing pieces like “Don’t Shoot” and “The Sweep of History”. Some older pieces fit into this conversation , like “Too Much Silence” and “I See You”. Others are mysterious to me.
The pastels on black paper were all done outside, and one of my refuges during this time of constriction. One is Prospect Park in Brooklyn, that has become a refuge and back yard for thousands during this time. Another is a secret garden nearby. The third is Greenwood Cemetery, the first time I went there the sound of bagpipes, the music usually for a funeral for a fireman or policeman, wafted on the wind.
The simple pleasures of nature and gardens and even new appreciation of architecture in the neighborhood have given us solace, that and our zoom meetings, phone calls and distanced meetings with friends. And somehow we keep creating, and it keeps us mostly sane.
Most of these works were made or finished during quarantine, the sorrow of struggle producing pieces like “Don’t Shoot” and “The Sweep of History”. Some older pieces fit into this conversation , like “Too Much Silence” and “I See You”. Others are mysterious to me.
The pastels on black paper were all done outside, and one of my refuges during this time of constriction. One is Prospect Park in Brooklyn, that has become a refuge and back yard for thousands during this time. Another is a secret garden nearby. The third is Greenwood Cemetery, the first time I went there the sound of bagpipes, the music usually for a funeral for a fireman or policeman, wafted on the wind.
The simple pleasures of nature and gardens and even new appreciation of architecture in the neighborhood have given us solace, that and our zoom meetings, phone calls and distanced meetings with friends. And somehow we keep creating, and it keeps us mostly sane.
