2020 has become synonymous with the corona virus. From early on I have been on a strange mood while waiting for the catastrophe to arrive. People here didn't think it would ever come to anything close to this. With the spoiled person's hate of inconveniences the Westerners choose to just ignore it, or make light of it. But here, in our flat, it was taken seriously rather early and that strange limbo changed a lot of things in my life.
First of all my musical inclination changed. I started listening to Debussy, Bach, Purcell, Tallis, Dowland, Dufay, Rachmaninoff, Mahler. No more pop, rock, techno or jazz.
My interest in the pictorial art returned to a stage that I haven't been for decades. The landscape, the Renaissance. I suddenly found great joy in looking at paintings of Claude Lorrain, Giorgione, Fra Angelico, Joachim Patinir.
I have just followed this melancholic and displaced mood, my experience is that things will lead to new realisations if you just wait. It has been followed by some real world things like a successful Kickstarter (I get the money now after Easter I think), tax trouble, trying to work while being distracted by all those lively and beautiful females I am sharing the apartment with. My bike has been worn down.
Slowly I have been able to draw a bit again. You can look forward to the drawing: The cruel death by faeries of a blue collar worker, that I am working on right now, and there will also soon be a front page for the Phill from GCHQ album.
