At first I heard there was a scary virus in China; then, I heard it had arrived in Italy; It was killing a lot of people. There were marvellous pictures of what it looked like on TV. I understood it would soon be among us - no, it was already among us quietly stalking the restaurants, the streets, the offices, the families. I was told not to be paranoid. It was the flu. I consulted the clay: I made what seemed a good basic start.I fired it and glazed it and had a disaster: the kiln overfired and I had on my hands a nasty virus with treacly blackened gloopy glaze. Was I distressed? Not a bit. It seemed the kiln knew a thing or two I hadn't thought about. I didn't take a photo, though. But I then heard there was no PPE for our hospital and caring staff; there were no tests; there was no cure; there was no certainty of any kind. So I decided the virus needed more information. I started to add copper wire for the miscommunication; bone sections for the dead and dying; turquoises and silver wire for the fat contracts for friends and benefactors of the government ; plastic beads for immigrant variants; wooden tubes for lies and deceit; a golden tissue of yellow quartz for its crown. It is a work in progress. There is much, much more to come. Eventually it will die as we all do. But before that, there will be a bit more fun to be had. Watch this space.
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