Martha Russo
Ward, Colorado, USA
When I was in high school, my mom made me stay home on Friday nights in order to, in her words, “collect myself.” At first, I hated it. Then with time, I understood the beauty of an inner life—to reflect, think, and feel more deeply. This gave me a grounding that continues to sustain me in my studio and teaching practices.
I have a robust studio practice, teach at the University of Colorado Boulder, and have a wonderful partner and two college-age children. Life is full and time to collect myself is usually scarce. In essence, the lockdown has been a string of Friday nights- time of self-reflection.
Pre-lockdown, I had made a big petri dish but hadn’t made the time to develop it. The nasty virus has given me the focused time and horrible inspiration to deeply investigate it.
I started thinking like the virus: what it looks like, how it spreads and erodes the lungs, how it stabs the body. Images were flooding in from the world and I tried to imagine how people felt. What does that look like?
I culled my studio/house/environs to find materials and forms to express ideas about the virus. I raided my wood shop for extra nails, screws, idle hardware and resurrected old work, and found plant materials and quotidian objects to dip in porcelain slip.
Making art for me has always been a way to filter and, thus, better understand what is going on around us. Simply, the lockdown has been and continues to be precious time to absorb, collect, and reflect.