I don’t know about you, but I am struggling to make art during the pandemic. I am in the company of others all day, I am having trouble sleeping, and each day seems to bring news that is disturbing or maddening or devastating. I am making small collages daily and taking some online classes to help guide me in the creative process, but making a large project that takes multiple days to finish seems too daunting.

There is only one exception to this; a new artist’s book called Art I Can’t Make Right Now. It is a palimpsest; a book written over the text of another book. It is mostly a stream of consciousness about our times that I typed on my vintage Underwood portable typewriter. I want to shout, but my voice is so small. Who will hear what I say? Maybe you will.