Every Tuesday for the past six years, artist Alvaro Enciso has climbed into his car and headed for the desert to put one of his crosses on a spot where a migrant has died.
The Tucson artist has placed close to 1,000 markers over 40,000 square miles for his âWhere Dreams Dieâ project.
Alvaro Encisoâs crosses mark the spot where remains of migrants are found.
âThe crosses are secular, a geometric figure with a vertical and a horizontal line,â he says. âWhen we are alive, we are vertical; when we are dead, we are horizontal. The figure represents where the American dream has died for someone in the desert.â
That stopped when the novel coronavirus demanded we all isolate.
âThat is a big change in my art-making practice,â says Enciso.
While making visual art is often a solitary experience, for many, this virus, and self-quarantining, has had an impact on their work.
âIâm used to being alone and making art, but this is the first time Iâve experienced something like this,â says Enciso, who finds he is making bigger paintings in his studio instead.
âI am thinking, âis this my last piece of work? Will I survive this?â â
Social distancing âhas absolutely impacted my work,â says artist Dolly Spalding, who began to draw last fall after a long absence from her art.
She finds herself drawing figures from Greek mythology as a way to invoke the powers of the goddesses and furies.
Dolly Spalding finds herself drawing figures from Greek mythology as a way to invoke the powers of the goddesses and furies during the coronavirus.
Among her portraits: Hecate, the goddess of magic (âWe could use magic right now,â she says); Ananke, the mother of the fates (âWe need her nowâ) and Anchiale, the goddess of fire, which Spalding hopes will spark creativity.
Judith Johnson generally packs her easels and paints and heads to isolated spots around the Old Pueblo with a friend to do some plein-air art.
Honeybee Canyon 16â x 8â oil on linen panel, by Judith Johnson. Johnson generally packs her easels and paints and heads to isolated spots around the Old Pueblo.
âNow we drive separate cars and find a spot 10 or 15 feet apart,â she says.
Lately, with an uptick in hiking, she has had trouble finding an isolated spot. And that is a loss, she says.
âWhen we are out painting, itâs usually a beautiful spot â you can hear the birds and you get so focused you forget all your troubles. I do miss that, especially now,â Johnson said. âYou need that to get away from the bombardment of all this bad news.â



