So with the Omicron variant spreading quickly worldwide, I’m back to having those pandemic blues again and dealing with them by creating pandemic artwork. It’s no secret that each wave of Covid-19 has had a huge effect on my mental health, as well as everyone else’s ( I don’t think I’m that special).
In fact, I have blogged about the pandemic and its effect on mental health consistently throughout- as a way of dealing with it I guess.
The first wave saw me working through it. I was face-masked and visor-ed up, despite being in denial about it. My hands were lathered in water constantly, and I washed everything as soon as I walked through my front door. I was depressed but determined to work through it. It would all be over soon…
During the second wave, I decided to stay at home. I became an ex- feminist and transitioned into a stay-at-home mum and started this blog as a kind of creative hobby to get me through my depression.
This third wave sees us returning to mask-wearing, social distancing, covid-19 passports being issued and hopefully not another lockdown. But we’ve been down this road before in the UK and it’s pretty difficult to believe anything the Government says at this point. Bets on if they’re going to cancel Christmas?
What is totally bizarre to me is the worldwide clamp down on the unvaccinated. I have kept my opinions on the vaccine quiet throughout, but there is no denying the segregation beginning to emerge between the vaccinated and the unvaccinated.
Do I agree with forcing people to do something against their will? Well, the answer is a wholehearted no, even if it’s “for the good of the population.”
It got me thinking, could this be the end of rebellion? Are we moving into an era where we are forced to comply?
Last night, I watched riot footage from Belgium- and while I agree with our freedom to have a choice about taking medication or not, I couldn’t help but feel like the clamp down on the unvaccinated was a losing battle.
It makes me feel suffocated, a lot like wearing a mask and I couldn’t help but photograph my feels. Are we really creating a world where we enforce people to follow the rules? Is rebellion becoming extinct?
We have been mandated with rules for two years and it’s frustrating. My nature is naturally rebellious- I am trying to follow the rules, but I can’t help but feel the mandatory vaccine program, rolling out across the world is a step too far.
I must now mention it, otherwise, it wouldn’t sit right with my soul. Last year, I published my post noir out of frustration about having to wear masks. This was my first pandemic artwork. This year it’s more than that. I don’t fear the pandemic anymore, I fear losing my freedom.
Are we really going to live in a society where we have to prove our status? Where we have to carry passports with us to attend large venues to prove we are a compliant member of society? I can’t help but feel there is more to it than safety.
Are we going to in-prison those who refuse a vaccine? Whether it’s physically or confining them to their homes and refusing them access to public spaces.
What kind of a world are we creating because of fear? Shut up. Wear the mask. Comply. Become part of the heard.
And something else I have noticed is the rise of ridicule. Condemning those who have simply made a choice. This world that we’re making seems terrifying and who knows how long it will last?
Are we really allowing fear to control us and blind our decisions? And I guess you could argue people don’t want a vaccine out of fear, but I don’t think it’s about that. I think people are protesting for our rights and we are ridiculing them. They are standing up for what they believe and you know that quote…
Well behaved women seldom make History.Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
An Obsession of Pandemic proportions
I was listening to Love is a Stranger by the Eurythmics earlier (I love that song and it’s bae’s favourite) – and I couldn’t help but feel the lyrics were pretty fitting.
Obsession is something that consumes us and stops us from thinking logically. I think the pandemic has become a worldwide obsession and we are losing touch with reality. There is a 99.9% survival rate after all. what if we’re all making a huge mistake?
I wanted to photograph a set of photos that defined the pandemic to me. I feel disconnected, suffocated and dangerous.
Love is a danger
Of a different kind
To take you away
And leave you far behind
And love love love
Is a dangerous drug
You have to receive it
And you still can’t
Get enough of the stuff
It’s savage and it’s cruelLyrics from Love is a Stranger, Eurythmics
And it shines like destruction
Comes in like the flood
And it seems like religion
It’s noble and it’s brutal
It distorts and deranges
And it wrenches you up
And you’re left like a zombie
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed my pandemic artwork.