Artists in the time of Coronavirus, an ongoing virtual exhibition, Part 46

We proudly present part 46 of our open call, non-juried, online exhibition entitled "Artists in the time of Coronavirus!" We have gotten nearly 300 submissions, so if you haven't seen yours yet, don't worry- it is coming! If you want to participate, send your statement (250 words max) and 2 photos to

Our forty-sixth post of the series, Artists in the Time of Coronavirus includes Monika K. Adler, Antonia Lindsey, Richard Gabriele, Linda Friedman Schmidt, Wisdom Chitembetembe, Kelly Vinett, and Rebecca Major! Thank you for all who submitted! And if you want to participate, send your statement (250 words max) and 2 photos to More details here. Stay safe and stay positive, and come back in the days to come for more “Artists in the Time of Coronavirus.” We have a wonderful community and are so proud of being able to share everyone’s art.

[Note: We have gotten over 300 submissions, so if you haven’t seen yours yet, don’t worry- it is coming, and we can’t wait to post it!]

Monika K. Adler

Close-up of the side of a black limousine
Monika K. Adler, “the truth” Courtesy Monika K. Adler.
A torn photograph of a woman, visible is only their eye and left side of their face.
Monika K. Adler, “the truth” Courtesy Monika K. Adler.

Entropy and assimilation. Life is a series of constant changes; sometimes sudden and gut-wrenching. Higher necessity intervenes without notice or empathy. Acceptance brings quietude. I have no influence on the fate of the world, only on how I think and act. The current situation gives me an interval for reflection and transformation; rejection of false ideas and delusions. I continue my work in unprecedented times. The emptiness of isolation is a mirror for the entire world, one in which we can see dark new galaxies being born.


Antonia Lindsey

Painting of a goat on a purple background.
Artwork by Antonia Lindsey. Courtesy Antonia Lindsey.
Painting of a cat with a blue background and green leaves.
Artwork by Antonia Lindsey. Courtesy Antonia Lindsey.

Art has been my deepest language since early childhood. As a biophilic artist, expressing the energy of animals, forests, oceans, all of nature’s infinite variety, pattern and internal organization fascinates me as does the diversity within cooperative evolution. Paintings come together from disparate elements, aligning in balance. To arrive at a final image, I follow my body not a cognitive plan.

Art demands full use of my senses as well as my patience and a kind of plunge into the mess; a trust of this process to bring out the wildness of a being or a place or myself and to portray its very breath.


Through my art, I want you to feel what I experience, to see as I see, to sense the vibration and be moved by it. In Deaf culture, we call it DeVia art (Deaf, view, image, art) reflecting life as People of the Eye. Beyond sound, feel life. Art is communication.

Richard Gabriele

 Painting of a mother and child in a pink square, surrounded by painted skills, snakes, pigs, and clams.
Richard Gabriele, “Cast Not Your Pearls” 2020. 24K Gold and acryla gouache on clayboard. 10 x 8 inches. Courtesy Richard Gabriele.

New work by Richard Gabriele during the pandemic. For more, visit


Linda Friedman Schmidt

Stiched portrait of a nurse with a needle in her hand in front of a wall of clothing.
© Linda Friedman Schmidt 2020, “Dreamed I Was a Nurse,” discarded clothing, work-in-progress. Photographed in the artist’s studio with a wall of discarded clothing in the background. Courtesy Linda Friedman Schmidt.

My conceptual portraits created from discarded clothing merge personal history with current events. Clothing is the the second skin, a boundary between the self and the world. Since childhood I’ve feared needles piercing my skin. The idea of a mandatory COVID-19 vaccine scares me. I explore this fear, along with a recurring childhood dream in my work-in-progress “Dreamed I Was a Nurse.” This needlework about needles touches on rescue, mending, repair and recovery. The nurse and the artist attempt to rescue a body that is experienced as damaged and give it a new skin that will keep the outside world out once and for all.

Wisdom Chitembetembe

Drawing of a figure walking away from view wearing a large red duffel bag.
Artwork by Wisdom Chitembetembe. Courtesy Wisdom Chitembetembe.
Drawing of a man sitting on a short chair wearing so
Artwork by Wisdom Chitembetembe. Courtesy Wisdom Chitembetembe.

In my own words
Being born an artist is not by choice, but rather a more precious gift granted to the lucky one’s by the maker.

I go by the name wisdom chitembembe and I am a self taught artist. I was born in Zimbabwe but currently residing in South Africa, Pretoria due to political and economical instabilities within my so called Mother country.

I focus mainly on homesless people and street hawckers that sell within the streets. I use charcoal mostly as I try to narrate the sadness within my everyday life.

In a poetic notion
My heart oozes with agony, when i see these people within the streets. For I see them in every sight that my eye confronts. With their feet plagued with blisters filled with puss.

In silence if one cares to listen to their pitful life. From a distance you can here a blurred voice submerged in sorrowful tears. Saying”. Sir”, can you please help me.

I have been here all day and no one looked my way.

It’s so saddening that we ignore their cries and turn a blind eye on them. Never wondering if that could be me or you someday.

Where’s the love

Kelly Vinett

blue pen drawing of an organic shape that resembles an internal organ.
Drawing by Kelly Vinett. Courtesy Kelly Vinett.
blue pen drawing of what appears to be muscle tissue.
Drawing by Kelly Vinett. Courtesy Kelly Vinett.

Over the course of this quarantine, I’ve decided to pair down my drawings to one tool: the blue ballpoint pen. Through the comfort and immediacy of using a single drawing tool, I explore details and organic images unseen to the human eye (unless a microscope is nearby). Muscles, skeletal structures, tumors, and cancer cells have become my latest muses. Often, they emerge as single creatures, aliens that take on a new, seemingly unidentifiable form. Moreover, the pen helps me define each sinew of organic fiber that comprises the human body. The question is, do they want to be seen?

Rebecca Major

Ink drawing of organic, intertwining bodily shapes on a gray toned background.
Rebecca Major, “Eternal Internal” Courtesy Rebecca Major.
Ink drawing of organic, intertwining bodily shapes on a brown toned background.
Rebecca Major, “Eternal Internal” Courtesy Rebecca Major.

My name is Rebecca Major, I am an American artist born in Hungary.

My series, Eternal Internal, is a series of drawings that examine the connection between the subconscious and the bodily. The Covid-19 pandemic has made me delve deeper into contemplating the visceral and the bodily and the intersection of representational imagery and the abstract. I’m became interested in the simplicity of working with pen and watercolor on paper, which was has been conducive to working at home through the Covid-19 shutdown.