As I write this, sometime near the end of April 2020, the hardest part of the coronavirus adventure is over. It’s been a tough two-month lockdown in Bucharest, Romania, and if you were to ask me more on what it really feels like, I would have a hard time finding the right answer. Life in self isolation, working from home, limiting real face to face interactions, drowning in the limited routine of each identical and symmetrical lump of 24 hours melts days into each other until you no longer recall anything except just a long, dull time that lasted from Day 1 till the final.
I am a visual artist and an entrepreneur and while the artistic part of me can be very happy all by itself, painting and figuring out colours, shapes and sometimes future projects, the entrepreneur needs constant and real feedback, meeting real people, doing things and getting things done. It was not much I could do for my inner entrepreneur, so I took the liberty to dedicate the lockdown to my artistic projects.
When the crisis happened I was on the verge of setting down the last details for a prospected May 2020 exhibition, and as days passed on and more and more worrying news appeared I realized the May exhibition was not going to happen at all. I chose to pick up the works and store them somewhere so I didn’t see them anymore. It was not meant to be, I said to myself, and since I am a go with flow kind of person I moved on. Everything I wanted to express with my May exhibition suddenly felt out of place, no longer fitting me and certainly not fitting what happened around. I felt it was the right time to start a new project, this one entirely dedicated to the Corona pandemic: daily drawings to express the most notable feeling of the day, be it hope, sadness, plain old boredom or fear. Because the unhappiness of the present moment shall pass and since the routine of the isolation bears nothing remarkable in itself, its only vivid remains will be the fleeting memories of my emotions. I wanted to capture this and I did it.
It is my way to change a negative experience in something positive and full of hope. I am an eternal optimist and I believe in making things happen.
As a woman artist and as a woman entrepreneur, I have long learned that the only way to succeed is to adapt and see the positive in anything. I did find the positive in all this dreadful experience: I reconnected to my art, my family and close friends and once this is over, through my works, I will connect to other people, people who for the time being cannot be reached and live as isolated as I live, in their homes, with their thoughts, their hopes and anxieties.
Roxana Donaldson Cirtu
CER University Women Romania