Strange Days Indeed is a series born from two years none of us will forget — and couldn't have imagined before they arrived.
Using cutlery as its central metaphor, this work turns the most ordinary of objects into a lens for examining everything the pandemic quietly dismantled: our routines, our connections, our certainty about tomorrow.
Look closely and the language of the work reveals itself.
Muted, limited colour speaks to the relentless sameness of lockdown days that blurred into one another. A broken or missing horizon captures that unsettling feeling of being unable to plan, unable to see ahead. Containers — vessels meant to hold things — become symbols of quarantine, of the invisible walls that kept us from the people we needed most.
This is a piece about loneliness, anxiety, and uncertainty. But it's also a piece about recognition — the quiet relief of seeing your own experience reflected back at you and knowing you weren't alone in it.
Mixed media on canvas — acrylic paint layered with collaged papers, pencil, graphite and crayon — finished in cold wax for a matte, tactile surface that invites touch as much as contemplation. Presented in a silver-grey frame, ready to hang.
For anyone who lived through it, this work will resonate for a long time to come.