Artist’s Note
It feels like society, the world, and all good things have shut down. People huddle in their houses, dogs cower under the porch, and the endless stream of visions in the box flicker on forever. Their finger gets carpel tunnel from scrolling. Minds empty of all but cluttered snippets of famous people, ads, unclad women, and angry men. We wonder, was that real? Or was it a dream? Best to just hunker down and keep your distance.