It feels like the end of the world some days. People are going absolutely crazy, like rabid caged animals, frothing at the mouth, biting words hurled at unsuspecting gawkers.  Those that aren’t out frenzied or fearful, are re-evaluating their lives. Between the protests and outrage, people seem to be taking advantage of their isolation. Switching careers, taking online courses, building brands and businesses, and of course, good old baby making. I can’t even imagine bringing children into the world at the 12th hour (any hour, really) raising them for the bleakness of a future reality that will undoubtedly include post pandemic school shootings, more pandemics, WW3 and all the other perils of a drying and dying planet. 

Subject Matter - A Shoebill Stork peers through the french doors of an abandoned hospital. The clock above her reads 12:00. She stands in shadows with open doors and light at her back.