I transformed a professional project to be a personal reflection and process of "the art of losing" amid a global pandemic. I named this piece after the poem One Art by Elizabeth Bishop. The introductory lines of the poem are as follow:
"The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster."
The poem appears to be only about the loss of commonplace items on its surface. As the poem implies, Bishop's life was full of losses of all sizes. In it, she meditates on the art of losing, building up a small catalog of losses, which includes house keys and a mother's watch, before climaxing in the loss of houses, land, and a loved one.
Collectively, we've dealt with a magnitude of loss and grief. We've each have had to cope in our way. And, to some degree, figure ourselves out a bit in the process. I made light of the "art" of loss with this piece and found beauty in it.
Categories: Narrative Design, Illustration, Texture