The Gina Sigman Gallery

I felt like this was the only way to Express my feelings about the new world of social distancing. Trapped behind glass and unable to swim with the other mermaids.  I'm growing barnacles from lack of care. My fins are oozing. Humans weren't meant to live in a sterile, isolated state for long.

I got my usual text from my daughter on Mothers Day.  " hey mom Happy Mothers day. Did anything arrive yet?"  Monday, 'anything' still didn't arrive.  The flowers arrived Tuesday evening, a bouquet of yellow and pink roses and unopened lilly buds with a card that said "we dont always agree but Happy mothers day."  As the flowers started to wilt, I picked out my favorite pink roses and placed them in a mason jar. Ahhhhhh lovely. Barry saw the beauty of the newly revised bouquet sitting on our stone coffee table in the late evening filtered sun. He took a picture of it.  But wait,. I wasn't done yet. I decided to use his photo as a reference for a painting titled "The Afterthought." It got over 250 likes on Facebook and they are still coming in. This painting is a pictorial testimony of beauty and peace in the midst of a cold bitter world. the original bouquet My reference: Barry's beautiful photo  

First it was 3 weeks, then 40 days, and now, I've lost count.  My internal calendar looks like this: Today, yesterday and tomorrow.   Those poor hairdressers and aestheticians. They're going broke while their clients are growing weeds.  Yes weeds..  As a result of the lock down, my mind has become a burgeoning garden of creativity.  I thought this depiction might express the inner feelings of many of us as we face total isolation and de-socialization, and a gradual descent into dishevelization. Yes.  I know that's not a word but. let's be fair, none of us really look like this woman either!