Just as this season reminds to be thankful for smallest parts of my life, so I begin to notice the tiny beauties living close to my home: vibrant flowers, jack rabbits, snail trails.

Where and how I spent my quarantine days, during the corona virus lock-down. My desk with my artistic stuff, a lot of books to read and illustrated books, my two cats and my window view.
My confort corner.

Some key points I kept in notes when I was reading this book last year. As I wanted to make an old fashion map and was looking for a suitable topic, I found them back. Perfect synchronicity.

Some of my refuges during this period: study, inner exploration, introspection. Doing what I really mean to do. As the time seems to slow down, these activities become like rituals, and days end up very busy.

#mappingthismoment

I am autistic: I cherish and suffer daily from sensory overloads.
During quarantine I've managed to lose myself in creative works - but I also feel a great deal of claustrophobia resulting in a myriad of irritations!
This is an acrylic-on-paper mood board (mind-map) which I contributed to every time I needed a mental release from daily strains.
I think visually, I had no words to describe my feelings.
In this art-work (a juxtaposition of three paintings) I have described numerous irritations I frequently experience; including solitude, being misunderstood, the sounds of speeding vehicles and strong kitchen scents, what else can you recognise?
Do you empathise with me?

My home : seen from space and seen from sky. My village and my home seen from space and seen from the sky. Views from my windows.

During quarantine I spent 35 hours, over a period of a week, creating a junk journal using the ephemera from my 50th birthday trip to Paris. (This was 11 ½ years ago!) The trip solidified our love affair, and we married a year later. We kvelled as we reminisced about our two weeks of bliss.

A map showing the most popular tourist attractions.

A map of the main streets in Quito, or at least the ones I used more to walk around the city

A beautiful place. Architecture, art, and food, of course....

The Huachuca Mountains (wha-chew-kah) range in Southeastern Arizona runs 38 miles from Sonora, Mexico in to Arizona. It is the southern starting point for the 800 mile Arizona Trail that leads up through the Grand Canyon to the Utah border.

Huachuca means "place of thunder", the mountains tend to make their own weather and echo thunder across the desert valley floor during the summer rain season.