Rethinking Mondrian 8
While visiting Florida in January, 2020, I saw a piece of art that intrigued me. I flew back to California on February 3. Three people in seats adjacent to mine coughed for the next 6 hours. Three days later, I became very ill and was diagnosed with 2 lung infections. Only hospital in patients were being tested for Covid and my doctors wanted to keep me as far from the hospital as possible. Many times over the next many months, both my sister and I feared that I was dying.
The art I had seen in Florida kept returning to me. With the little energy I had, some PVC pipes in my garage and yarns scraps, I began to experiment. It was extremely satisfying and gave me something to look forward to. Family and friends began to mail me old yarn. Looking at the the array of colors and completed pipes I began to amass brought me great joy.
Twenty seven months later, I am still not the woman who set foot on that airplane (cough, cough) but I do have a house full of colorful pieces that in addition to doctors and drugs, helped save my life.
