Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk
Visual Arts Visual Arts
As a child when I would cry about something, my mother would reprimand me saying “don’t cry over spilt milk”. Once the pandemic struck I went into shock. I could absolutely not create. Until one morning, two months later, I spilled my milk. My mothers admonition rang through my brain as I numbly and instinctively designed in the spilt milk. The corona virus had been haunting me, blocking me. Feeling a tremendous sense of relief, I realized my creative instinct had returned.