handmade paper, flax, wool
84 x 60 x 60 in.
In pre-pandemic times, I lived a full life while holding the belief that we are ultimately alone in the world. As it turns out, being alone in the world in real time is totally different from living with those words conceptually.
One of the byproducts of shelter in place living has been increased introspection. My artwork for this exhibition reflects two of the many thoughts I’ve been pondering: How long can I live alone, without touching and up close, personal socializing, before depression sets in? And… If standing next to someone could result in severe illness or death, how physically close to someone am I willing to get, and with whom?
© Leah Golberstein