on record-keeping efforts during the covid-19 quarantine

Photo by Bruno Martins on Unsplash

During once-in-a-generation events, a sense of before and after settles in. A fellow creative the other day was musing about the difference a few months make, as earlier this year he was flying daily to different destinations as part of a book tour — shaking hands, signing books, engaging with others face-to-face. Today, those interactions, that world is unthinkable. 

Another friend the other day mentioned how he bought a commemorative poster for a cancelled music festival he attends every year with friends. He wanted to support the fest, he said, but he also was interested in the historical documentation the poster represented. 

My efforts in this regard are lo-fi and low-key; the energy required for much else is non-existent. Said another way: I'm not capable of much more than staying home and making zines — albeit crappy hand-drawn (or messily collaged) ones. 

Still! I'm quite happy with some of these results. 

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