This year of pandemic and especially consequential US elections I spent in Oceanside, in isolation since March. I watched too much news and worked in the orchard too much: for a while I had converted veranda into a seedling station and repaired almost all sprinkler problems and built new drip-irrigation lines. I could not get seeds or materials I needed. My paintings were some complex muted watercolors to deal with horrid fires, deaths, concentration of power, and political agitations. I did not like running in a mask, so I have exercised at nighttime on the streets, when nobody was there (met unusual number of coyotes). I went to a store once a week and suffered from luck of available decent fruits.
I acquired many skills that I always wanted to have, like weaving (including fences), making raw vinegar from various fruits, fermenting, catching wild yeast for sourdough, baking flat breads from unusual things, air-drying (flowers, leaves, and clothing), soldering, wood burning, drilling, polishing, some basic woodwork to use with prunings, new hand and machine embroidery styles, new monotype techniques, eco-printing, eco-dying, paper-making and transforming, bookbinding, junk-mail art-journaling, sewing from reclaimed fabrics, refreshed crochet, macrame and knotting, propagating in sand, building growing containers from recycled food-grade plastic, rain-water gathering (eventually got two recycled barrels), and a bunch of others.