Nonument Monument

Artwork of the Month | July

Lucy Dabbs

Too many hours watching Contagion, later, I felt like the only human left alive.

I over-dramatized my life into an inaccurate, epic tech-noir with peripheral Blade Runner vibes. 

Poor, poor me. Stuck in my vacuous ‘shoebox’ of a student room.

On the Strand.

It was around the first Thursday. Half-pre-empting the self-loathing and sick that present me would have to endure, a process that tends to self-recycle, I wrote a few words about my artworks. Quarantine was so invasive and isolating and uncertain. I did enjoy feeling sorry for myself. The positives far outweighed the negatives and I knew it, really. A disgusting and shameful yet, I hope, a very human privilege. A necessary step through polarised marks that drive the waves of our lives. Hard to realise at that moment but from the point of entrance, that dense encasement can be seen for what it is. Admittedly, it is easy to criticise from a new and improved context.