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Painting of a Lady in Post-Quarantine
How to paint a home inside ourselves
“For a moment I felt joyful, and then I felt completely exhausted.” — Ottessa Moshfegh
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good amount of free time, must be in want of something to do.
Sorry, Jane Austen, but since this woman has no intention of waltzing to the altar any time soon, she had to re-adjust your very famous first line and make it modern-day appropriate.
We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? From sneaking outside for a quick run to the near supermarket, on tiptoes, through ghost towns, to streets full of life and danger during the European World Cup.
And whilst we dreamt about going away, meeting friends and family again after what felt like a lifetime, some of us basked in the glory of just being home, safe, comfy.
I can’t say I was eager to go outside in the real world any time soon, I think there’s beauty in the stillness of a boring morning, dancing around the house in your knickers and a green facemask.
I loved the slow pace of each day. How there was nothing do to and yet, so much time to do it. We reinvented ourselves in a way that couldn’t have been possible before.
