When quarantine started, my mind raced in a billion different directions. Nobody has a guidebook on a pandemic, a roadmap for where this will take us and how long it will last. So my first response was panic. I stocked up on canned goods and cleaning products. I scoured online news articles for predictions and answers. I asked my boyfriend Ryan at least three times a day… “Is the world ending?!”
Then I took a few deep breaths. And I turned to my trusty creative therapy outlet that has gotten me through a plethora of low points over the years: collaging. In high school, I started cutting up magazines for images, colors, and fonts that I then pieced together into unique creations.
Yes Nonsense 