Lila June 
If you’re like most people, 2020 was not a year of travel.
Walking through our lonely cities, even in bustling centers like New York City or Los Angeles, one might get the impression that humanity has ended.
In the early days of quarantine, the first signs of vegetation growing over quarantine became apparent. The once tamed wilderness took its first step towards returning our work to eternity.
It is no surprise then that the art world is filled with such scenes of desolate cities.
Artists of the past who were fond of such bare cities are finding a new audience. American Author Edward Hopper is one such name, whose depictions of an uninviting Paris feel like they could have been taken at the start of the global pandemic.
What is more reassuring during a pandemic than the knowledge humans have always felt abandoned, isolated, and in fear?
