Welcome to Camp Covid, where no one goes and no fun is had. Nothing really happens here, you strap your life vest on and dive into a lake of hand sanitizer, closing your eyes against the sting. If you’re lucky, the ghost stories you tell around the flaming chimney will summon Greta the Wildhearted, that dingy old doll left behind by a first-year camper who disappeared during a nighttime hike back in the 70s. Yes, I know the camp counselors want you to believe this didn’t happen but it did, I tell you, it did. I was there.

Art journal pages in 8” x 10” Dina Wakley Media Journal with vintage/found papers, paint, ink, aquapastels. 8712 x 5977 px.