Forty-ninth day of quarantine

     Our painting teacher has asked us to make a video telling about what this workshop has been like, initially in person and since March 13 online. For me it is the first time that I get in front of the mobile, as I am not fond of selfies nor have I ever handled the video that the device brings.

     So I tell you. I made a small script, I adapted a music to what was convenient for me that the experience was going to last and I got down to work. When I finished it, it had taken me about ten minutes; exactly ten minutes and twenty-seven seconds and do you know what happened when I uploaded it to the group?

     They told me it was very long. That I repeat it but that it does not exceed a couple of minutes or three.

     Dear friend, in this painting workshop there is a colleague who entered at the same time as me; we were both starting from scratch, but he already has a great advantage over me. Well, Curro, that is his name, summed up the situation with a phrase that left me surprised and a little sad: People no longer have time to watch a video of more than three minutes. And he also gave me the reason: ‘El personal’ is in a hurry, because they want to see and hear many things and cannot stop long.

     So here I see myself trying to reflect in 1 minute and 59 seconds my work since the school year started until today.

     However, he, my colleague, has made a video that he has sent me and that lasts more than six minutes, and he vows that he will not modify it and that he does not care if they see it or not. I think the world is too swift, that time passes over us without being touched and that with that way of running we leave behind really important things.  

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     Mary