New York worlds away. 

The first twenty five days of quarantine. 

The local grocery store is taking orders over the phone and personally delivering them- but choice is not an option. For example, if you say you want soup they will deliver whatever soup they have. I don’t complain. During these first isolated days during Covid, during the projection of global poverty, fear for mental health, destruction of the job force, and unavoidable media rants, people were dying at a fast rate and Clorox wipes were extinct. The surrender to the virus was forced on all of us. This piece showcases the loss of agency humans have endured. We are all much less important than perceived. This smallness and helplessness provoked Grout On Mars. I was pulled to use resources at hand in my new isolated environment. To showcase the transition to resourcefulness and survivalism that took over our lives. This was all labeled as the new normal. In a garage, in the middle of an empty town by the ocean, this piece was created with unanimous energy and born into the world, into the pandemic. It embodies the current crisis and serves as a pillar of hope that also gives space to doubt. It is about the human experience collectively and individually alongside the urgency of reconstruction within our behavior to the planet. Grout on Mars is a plea for transparent observation, and willingness to shift our future consciousness accordingly.