Sunday Times is constructed with clippings from the New York Times Sunday edition over the course of our initial lockdown and subsequent quarantine. I left my apartment in Brooklyn on the first day of lockdown for Vermont. Initial information purported a two-week lockdown. Of course, this information evolved rapidly. It wasn’t until months later when I returned to my apartment to pick up some items that I discovered my neighbor had been collecting all my newspapers and stacking them at my door. The New York Times Sunday edition, a familiar marker of time, had taken on a whole new meaning to the days, weeks, and months that had begun to feel time(less).
I returned to Vermont with the newspapers and started unraveling and stacking the papers in a new form. As it grew, it became a monument to the front-line workers and the growing death count. Pages filled with article after article about Covid, it was hard to remember there were other things happening in the world at that time. I had no idea when I left that first day of lockdown in March 2020, that I would be leaving my home forever. Sunday Times is a tangible story of my city, tragic and triumphant.
