2020 hit and I had cabinets filled with blank canvasses, maybe a trauma response from lockdowns? While people hoarded tissue paper, I had art materials.

Likely it was an exercise in getting my hands used to paints again. So every other weekend I had to pick up a brush, and get on with it. Not that I had anything in mind, considering the brain-work that M-F required, this was a decompression stop that lasted all weekend.

As the Covid pandemic kept us indoors, I resorted to painting over the weekends. Allowing my mind to wander just like colors melting into each other.

In previous exhibitions before this, they’d been deep dives into rumination and reflection. 2020TOO isn’t as sophisticated or pretentious; it’s the brain’s attempt at coping with lockdowns, and the rapid decline of our shared mental resilience.

This play on texture and color, made the last 2 years entirely livable.