Kyiv (UKR). Painting, Illustration.
The first quarantine opened the opportunity for me. It was the opposite of isolation.
Karina Sofit
For me, this period and rest and learning, and depression at the same time. I worried and sharp rise and creative pit.
There was a huge number of educational courses online, the artists conducted live ether, I was filled with inspiration.
The creative world has become available for me sitting at home.
I spent most of the time in a warm, cozy apartment in safety, then I sat in the car and the fields and forests were opened for me without people. It was something personal, completely deep internal processes and from this time spent in his own world, I received more than lost.
At some point, I began to cover emotional hunger. The world has become a lack of contacts for me. I ceased to meet with friends, which means that there were no more groups on architectural sketching, classes on some nudes, hiking at the exhibition. In my life, there have never been such a pause between hikes in the theaters, concerts and museums. I began to read the posts of actors in social networks, watch online speeches and flipping pictures of museums in instagram. At some point, I stopped entering the social network, the world became inanimate, there was a lot of “blue” glow. For me, life itself was beautiful. This moment of collecting cardboard boxes reminded me of a performance scene in the theater. Where was the actor’s long monologue. But this upper light source, a cold autumn haze and late evening silence, just fascinated me.
At that moment, the world seemed so beautifully and filled with art.
For this winter I counted 3 drawn works. 4 long cold months from November to March became a real torture for me. I had a terrible depression, which I could not pass. I applied to doctors, psychologists, close, but it was my pain with which I stayed alone.
For me, Covid passed in the “hidden” form. This form looks like a cold with endless panic attacks and anxiety feeling. It is a state of terror and utter defenselessness that drains you. At some point, I had the feeling that the news on networks is a diary, where everyone wrote about his experience in the experience and course of treatment.
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