We asked the artists on ARTCONNECT to portray life in quarantine. This is the second and last part of the series, showing how our community is dealing with the current situation.
Below you can read “Spring Awakenings” by Marco Merenda, “the dolphins were never real” by Charlotte Kerr, and “Helen Miller” by Maria Papadouli, and enjoy visual art from Kaja Stech, Barbara Cousin, Cora Marin, and Marko Seifert, as well as a video submission by Hoang Quynh Nguyen. The header image is created by Federico Lindner.
Read the first part of the life in quarantine series.
CUT. Fading dreamscapes. Dreamy faces blur out softly. But, hey, what, you did not finish your sentence. Hey. But, what, but. Hey.
You re-locate yourself in the here and now. Your room, today. Or is it tomorrow, or yesterday. Does it even matter, time is not a fixed construct, or is it. Your room, today. It smells like sex. Or rather like the memory you have of sex. When was the last time you even had sex, do you remember. What does it feel like to be touched, do you remember. What does the smooth skin on his inner thigh smell like, do you remember.
You start becoming aware of your body. Your eyelids feel like dusty, heavy, old gray curtains. Your hands move slowly towards your chest. You roll over to your left side, you embrace yourself. Noises from the outside world. Loud Turkish music. Silence. An ambulance. Silence. A truck. Silence. Life goes on out there, somehow, somewhere, sometimes. Someone, please, can someone come and open the curtains. Please open the curtains. Mom, where are you, mom, can you hear me.
One foot slips out of the duvet. It moves, slowly, till it touches the cold wooden floor. Good morning. Or is it evening. Or afternoon. Or night. Does it even matter, time is not a fixed construct, or is it. Good morning. CUT.
Text by Marco Merenda