Weed Head
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!
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!
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