"Coronalone". It's like "Home Alone", but without Macaulay Culkin. And without the burglars (we hope). It's our ridiculous name for the surreal and strange circumstances in which we currently find ourselves.
And we currently find ourselves continuing to switch off blog authors to try to keep up with our goal of a post a week (or some approximation thereof). Here’s another one from Mike:
Holy crap, I just want to paint and draw! Every waking moment is filled with the compulsion to create. As luck would have it, staying home and drawing is actually easier in our current situation than it would have been pre-Covid, and back when I had a "day job". Art has also taken on a new role in my life. It is now my “go-to” for remaining sober. What a gift.
It is as if the creative force that began within me early in life was specifically tailored to quell the addictive nature of these last ten years. Is someone looking out for me? I think yes, but I won’t delve into that here. Those of you who know me know what I mean.
The creativity comes in many forms, like it does for so many people. One style or technique is simply not enough. Game design, story telling, world building, cartooning, watercolor landscapes, alcohol marker, and pen and ink all call to me— sometimes with different levels of intensity, but they call, all the same. Drugs and alcohol also call to me with different levels of intensity, but now I go to the art instead. It fills the gap, and it bridges the void that addiction leaves behind.
There have been more of those addictive urges lately, but now, with the help of love and art, they are moving to the background once again. Like an enemy in retreat, they skulk away to regroup for another onslaught. Until that moment— and beyond— I will hold fast, meditate, and, of course, keep creating.