This new so-called normal

It's beginning to look as if the world is in this viral event for the long haul - not exactly the news that we want to hear, but what can you do? Events are still being cancelled for this year, or sometimes delayed (in a spirit of hopefulness) until later in the year, and while surely no one can really believe that this will be the new normal - pockets of people existing in bubbles and anxious (reasonably or unreasonably) about all the other pockets of people - this is how things are for the forseeable future. Ok, so spaces are filling up again (I really miss the empty roads) but there's something faintly manic about it, as if we're all feverishly dancing at the end of time. Perhaps I'm edgy because I feel at risk - though with the exception of age, about which I don't think I can do anything, all factors are down to me.

Hot Bed Press is now open, and I'm just about getting the hang of printing again - hooray! The Old Lock Up Gallery is running its Secret Postcard show once more, so I produced a bunch of prints for that, and I've been and gone and editioned one of them, so that feels like some proper progress. Now I need to raise my game and (this has been the call for the longest time) accrue some stock. We'll see.