With a global pandemic, a high-risk body, and zero studio access, I found myself limited and overwhelmed in the middle of the Spring 2020 semester. I was unable to focus on much of anything for longer than a few minutes thanks to depression, anxiety, and recently diagnosed ADD. Still, the one thing COVID couldn’t take from me was the determination to continue my studies. Thanks to some clever furniture rearrangements, I managed to create several works and grow as an artist in the process. During lockdown, I spent hours mixing colors with my trusty palette knife, gliding oil soaked brushes across white canvases. Each time I made those first marks, my mind absently thrummed with possibilities. I moved from narrative paintings to abstract, often letting my arm twist and turn as my instinct saw fit. I experimented with how much weight I applied to the canvas per brushstroke. I built depth with wax mediums and layers of chunky, dried flakes of paint. When some of my brushes became distressed, I decided I could continue to use them to make textures. As a result, some of my favorite paintings came to life during the Fall 2020 semester. I feel that these pieces specifically speak to my adaptability as a person, my dedication as a painter, and the timeless nature of oil on canvas.