I have been quarantined at home for three weeks now. All Italy is confined. In Milan, it creates an atmosphere of meditation that I had never lived in a city that is usually so alive. The birds have taken up the space abandoned by car traffic, or simply were already present, but are again audible.
My living room has become my new work studio. This period of confinement allows me to rediscover free time and also to focus on activities that normally seem secondary.
I spend a good part of this time filling my sketchbook that I had somewhat neglected lately. This required break legitimizes some form of back to roots.