Global crises were never my strong suit. Nor were disease, danger, doubt, or waiting in line to go **IN** to a supermarket. Less than four weeks ago, the world fell apart and was taken over by a dark cloud providing nothing but a promise that things were only going to get worse — and, as much as I am overcome by art, I don’t think the world needs another photo of the empty shelves at Trader Joe’s.
But even as our fates stare us in the face (without touching it), we know that there is one thing within this dark uncertainty that we DO have control over: our feelings. Aside from the rapid news updates and our cozy social media feeds, we have very little to hold onto except ourselves, and I, the forever indoors girl that I am, took this as an opportunity to give our voices a new platform. One that has a body and the freedom to move if it must.
Last week I invited you to send me one-line description of what was on your mind and invite you, now, to see how these voices have taken shape. They are alive and meant to be seen, felt, and heard. We’ve chosen to stick together during this time of crisis and that, alone, speaks volumes.
Thank you so much, everyone! (If you would like to add something, please send it over. We have an entire back!)
-Anoush
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