This painting was featured in the Corona Portrait Project! Check it out at https://www.coronaportrait.com/prasad
I am honored to be a part of this project and share their beautiful mission.
From the Creator:
For tens of thousands of artists around the world, in a matter of weeks the novel coronavirus has caused the loss of exhibitions, projects, side gigs, and left much uncertainty behind. Many of us have also lost freedom of movement. As we sit isolated at home and consider our fears and hopes for the future, this project is a challenge to confront ourselves by creating a self-portrait.
I salvaged an old blog- one I created in my parents attic during my freshman year of college. Talk about a blast from the past.. I could have started fresh but I kind of like the history behind it. It's funny to read how much I have changed- in good ways and uh, not so great ones. I feel like I could learn a lot from 19 year old me.
So here we are, starting a new adventure, yet back in my parents house. It is funny how patterns in our life have a way of reminding us where and who we have been. I feel extremely grateful to have been able to come home and quarantine at with my family. However, being a 25 year old with no job living in your parents home is not exactly the biggest boost of confidence. What it did give me, though, is time. Time to relax, reset, and take a big huge look at my life. Time to create again. Time to help my parents dig through the piles of boxes in my basement.
We found piles of old CDs, too many boxes of beanie babies, and stacks of my childhood artwork. It reminded me how much I used to love creating just for the sake of it before it became about getting a good grade or posting it on social media. So I decided to start again. I decided to try and find that desire to create just for the heck of it. And you know what's funny? Once I got past just -beginning- I suddenly had idea after idea. I had so many that it felt like my head might explode before I was able to write them all down.
After a month of creating, I decided I was ready to share again. I realized there was no point allowing canvases to continue to pile up in my parent's basement without ever being shared. Thus, a website was born. Maybe this will be the last time I ever write on this blog. Maybe I will update it weekly. Maybe 30 year old Erica will read this and it will remind her of something she had forgotten. Nevertheless, here we are. A new website spurred by an old box.