In this sudden and unexpected quarantine, I have found that when I am not sitting down with my cello, I am sewing, cooking, and writing. I create. In quarantine, I have rediscovered that I need to create. I guess that I must have lost sight of this elementary need amidst the normal pressures of art as I usually know it. As a cellist, my practice schedule, competitions, recordings, lessons, and rehearsals have been centered around the end goal of making great music. Now, through quarantine, I have been forced to refocus not on the end goal, but on my very need to create. I am an artist.
Along with this rediscovery of identity, I have discovered that I am bored. Life without people has stunted my motivation, my inspiration, and my creativity. Artists all over the world are similarly suffocating at home. A lack of face-to-face interaction seems to wipe the drawing board of an artist clean and keep it clean.
Yes, quarantine has deprived us of most human contact. However, it has provided us with a surplus of a valuable commodity: time. In normal un-quarantined life, we never have enough time to explore what we want to explore most, and us artists miss out on opportunities to create freely because we must create within time restrictions. Quarantine provides us with a peculiar, much-needed benefit. This benefit gives us a freedom, one that must be claimed.
Now we can explore and create freely. For me, I have wanted to read that book (I recently discovered Tolstoy), make those pants (I love fashion), and work on those pieces (here I come Beethoven and Bach) for too long. Music theory, history, literature, undiscovered songs and musicians, podcasts, and cool arrangements are now all possible. Phone calls with friends I haven’t seen in forever, people I have yet to discover more of, projects to think of and make happen, much-needed self-reflection, and support for others. All of these things are now possibilities.