The second in a series of three drawings featuring some of the staples and/or casualties of quarantine, in this case, the coveted hair scissors, which we happened to already have from trimming my grandfather's hair. We had several instance of mask-clad haircuts on our back patio, including feather razor cuts for the short haired ladies of the family. It appears we are somewhat more skilled with the razors, less skilled with the scissors.
This drawing was also a demonstration for one of several classes that were intended to be taught in person, but have now moved to zoom. The humor, darkness, and irony of the situation in which we all found ourselves inspired me to thematically orient my drawing demonstrations towards relatable quarantine challenges that stand as recognizable, though still beautiful, symbols of the times.