I returned from a trip to Vietnam the day before Korea announced its first Covid-19 case. We had laid over in Seoul. The story at home unravelled from there, and I went to my studio to see where I am and where I might go. I just grabbed some ink and a big roll of paper to get going. And my process just took off, aided by nothing wanting my attention, and any ambitions or plans seeming useless. I made one thing after another, pouring ink, folding, piling, opening up, and creating objects that in time unfold and unravel. I decided to let this “non-sense” take the lead and create its own mass, framed by however long this isolation is going to be going on. So, now there is an intention, if only the filling of time, which frees me to carry on with this nonsense. I am incredibly fortunate to be able to follow my own self.