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LF Negative
R.C. Barajas
I admit to feeling a certain amount of guilt about how creatively productive I have been during this pandemic. Most certainly a defense mechanism or survival instinct or a desperate need of a shell into which I could shield my hermit crab self, I found the external restrictions permitted an internal freedom to explore.
There was not a moment in creating these things in which the pandemic did not factor. The mere fact that I had the time and drive to do them was in response to the pandemic, its horror for so many, its legacy. In looking back at this work, there will always be an asterisk in my mind regarding their genesis, their backstory.
