When the pandemic began in January 2020, my husband (a doctor) insisted on seemingly drastic steps to ensure our health: groceries delivered to our doorstep, compulsive virus tracking, masking, sanitizing, and social distancing. We implemented our own shelter-in-place regime weeks before it was suggested or mandated by any government health official. As an artist, I experienced mixed emotions about having to stay home. In those first few weeks, the lockdown felt like an extended artist’s retreat: a chance to play and explore new techniques and media. But with galleries shuttered and art fairs canceled, the audience for my food-themed jewelry dwindled, as did the creative spark to build new inventory.

Instead, I began doom-scrolling the news on social media, and the pervasive dread descending on the world seeped into me. I learned of friends and family whose parents were...

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