Sol Luongo
URUGUAY
Sol Luongo Uruguay, South AmericaSol Luongo
URUGUAY
Los Angeles, California
Instagram: @soundsofliberty
artist statement :
I was visiting family in Uruguay when the outbreak started in LA.
I was celebrating my birthday jumping and dancing to Black Flag in a big crowd of people and sweat. I shook the body water out of my own hair and walked to the bar to get a drink. Droplets from all the humans were making the air moist and a little heavy to breathe. The virus was still distant news. And I don't watch the news. A friend texted me a very cryptic message :“happy birthday, bring toilet paper ”. I didn’t get the joke or the warning . I was flying back home to LA the next morning. A friend gave me a mask before boarding. She is always over prepared. The kind that brings an umbrella to a pool party. While waiting for take off I caught up with what had started happening here and began thinking about isolation and toilet paper, then started sketching this.
I went to work the next day. I make and serve drinks for drunks to be. It was a Friday night but the bar was oddly and eerily quiet. Everyone seemed a little confused and afraid of each other. The air was heavy but in a very different way.
Two days later everything shut down. And I took that sketch to canvas.
We trash our world. We devour and consume We are a virus. We duplicate just like one. We are needy and greedy.
But there’s always a chance, an alternative, something to look forward to on the horizon and somewhere our own bubble is taking us to.
We can also have goals and determination, inner peace but a hard fist to fight what attacks us and make everything a little better if we want to.
We can have a direction.
Yet at the end we are still all alone.
Today is June 26 and yesterday I went back to work. Cheers!
Sol TrEcE [email protected]
Sol Luongo
Los Angeles, California
Instagram: @soundsofliberty
artist statement :
I was visiting family in Uruguay when the outbreak started in LA.
I was celebrating my birthday jumping and dancing to Black Flag in a big crowd of people and sweat. I shook the body water out of my own hair and walked to the bar to get a drink. Droplets from all the humans were making the air moist and a little heavy to breathe. The virus was still distant news. And I don't watch the news. A friend texted me a very cryptic message :“happy birthday, bring toilet paper ”. I didn’t get the joke or the warning . I was flying back home to LA the next morning. A friend gave me a mask before boarding. She is always over prepared. The kind that brings an umbrella to a pool party. While waiting for take off I caught up with what had started happening here and began thinking about isolation and toilet paper, then started sketching this.
I went to work the next day. I make and serve drinks for drunks to be. It was a Friday night but the bar was oddly and eerily quiet. Everyone seemed a little confused and afraid of each other. The air was heavy but in a very different way.
Two days later everything shut down. And I took that sketch to canvas.
We trash our world. We devour and consume We are a virus. We duplicate just like one. We are needy and greedy.
But there’s always a chance, an alternative, something to look forward to on the horizon and somewhere our own bubble is taking us to.
We can also have goals and determination, inner peace but a hard fist to fight what attacks us and make everything a little better if we want to.
We can have a direction.
Yet at the end we are still all alone.
Today is June 26 and yesterday I went back to work. Cheers!
Sol Luongo