During the last couple of years in my garage studio, I stacked paintings on my Ikea hack shelf just so, making sure the paintings wouldn’t rub against one another. It was driving me bonkers!

On Jan. 2020, I was listening to the playful sounds of water and feeling the gentle Cancun breeze when I learned about Covid. Little did I realize a maelstrom was brewing and headed my way.

My hands do their own thing. I must’ve been four when I hoisted myself up onto a chair and turned on the iron. Everyone was asleep, so I thought I could get away with it. Things were going well until I started ironing my baby sister's bib – covered with plastic on one side. A hole formed. Oh-oh. Busted!