The pandemic brought alot of change, weather it was for the good or the bad the event was shocking, a one of a kind experience that we all hope doesn't happen again. My memories of the months inside my house barely exist anymore repressed by my subconscious, yet when I saw Solitude by Frederick Leighton, the words said by the artist urged me to reprise the art work in a my own way, the words described a spot in Scotland where he went to study "no sound, no faintest gurgle even reaches your ear; the silent mystery of it all absolutely invades and possess you...".
The pandemic back home made all of us adapt, school, peddlers, work, community, we took kare of eachother, we fought, we relaxed, we were together while being in Solitude, but at the end it left scars. It gives me the feeling that you get when you loose a step when going down stairs, your heart drops for a moment and then everything is fine, but your breath and your mind stay on that moment. The silence and seclusion Frederick described fit perfectly into how I perceived people in Colombia felt even when back home we were still surrounded by life and love. Like we went deaf with the slience on the streets and fell apart individually.
The picture I took of my model mimics the one on Fredrick Leighton's piece, I adorned her with a blanket and clothes to simulate the cloth around the lady in the painting, I saw them fitting considering through lockdown staying cozy in bed and pajamas became normal, and my mother in an attempted to keep our routine would remind us to change clothes and do self care. I recreated the background through digital painting, and added a skull like formation on the back that could be subtle while blending into the cave like scenario. I symbol I assigned as a memento mori token since the number of casualties was something my father reminded us every day, to remember to be careful.