My frustrations with the pandemic situation are not unique and more likely global: suffering from loss of cherished routines, finding no way to safely spend time with adored companions, little ease in taking care of most any business, and enjoying a sense that all is well. I haven’t had to deal with extreme economic losses, infection from SARSCoV-2 or death of loved ones, yet.
The handwashing routine I can handle and welcome. The social distancing and mask are a bit more difficult since my body is aging into a lessening of senses and abilities: my hearing, vision and capacity to breathe are at their lowest point. If I wear a mask I can’t wear over-the-ear hearing aids with a nasal cannula and/or eyeglasses. The choice is to breathe or hear and protect my eyes from further macular degeneration. That choice is a no-choice, breathing wins every time. Yet even proprioception, knowing where all my body parts are and how they’re doing, is getting somewhat challenging.
As a white, privileged (though female) American, I’m also living in a particular state of upheaval with the Black Lives Matter taking hold. While delighted so many of us are acknowledging and leveling the disparities inherent in racial discrimination, a major complication is that we still have what I believe is an unstable administration. This too is not unique to the US of A. We don’t own racism or unhealthy leaders. Behind this scenario lurks the ever-present changing climate.
Moving on: “Seems like people always want to think they’re doomed,” says Nat Romanowski, a character in “Below Zero” by C. J. Box. This I read after watching a series of geology reports by Oregon Public Broadcasting. See https://www.opb.org/news/article/geology-oregon-thunder-eggs-caves-canyons-caves/?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=First%20Look%20June%206%202020&utm_content=First%20Look%20June%206%202020+CID_245dda465ad7402ea3a15b3f02cce4f6&utm_source=firstlook&utm_term=Read%20the%20story
At the beginning of watching the OPB videos I was rejoicing in the beauty of Oregon’s physiology. By the time I finished watching the whole thing, I was convinced the earth I stand and live upon is undergoing modifications that totally disregard any and all life forms. We have tectonic plates, calderas, volcanoes, historic floods, and all matter of change: hence, entropy, chaos. It’s natural.
Jonathan Taylor [Colby.edu] wrote in 2017 that “Entropy will almost always increase (unless some outside force is applied to the system) … the idea that things generally will get more and more disorderly as time goes on is very important.” I’m sure we’ve all witnessed this in our living spaces. Further, Taylor states, “It seems to me that, ecologically speaking at least, we’ve passed the point of maximum order.”
So how does art figure in? I define art, and art-making or doing, as the finest expressions of the human spirit. It is love and defines who we are as a species and community. To welcome the whole shebang and continue to express or engage one’s humanity in such terms enriches every aspect of human potential. It’s probably accurate to assume heaven and earth are in harmony. And this may be truly experienced in the arts.