I’ve been illustrating this “Self-Quarantine in Beijing” series since the beginning of last month. These drawings have helped me put up with an otherwise strikingly boring routine. This is the first of a series of episodes about life in China during the coronavirus outbreak.
Hi, I’m Donal. Just Donal.
Nǐ hǎo, wǒ jiào dà ná
Self-quarantine can be tough on the nerves. But one can always turn to dreams:
Crane soaring over Chinese Landscape
No one knows where this epidemic is leading, whether it’ll become a global pandemic, or when daily life will return to normal.
But self-quarantine is an opportunity to explore one’s creativity.
I went to Sanlitun Dirty Bar Street, which no longer exists, then to the Temple of Heaven, where the trees smiled at me. I flew to Sichuan to see the Sleeping Buddha, then biked back to Beijing along a moonlit path:
The power of imagination
I reshaped my room. Now in order to get to the kitchen I need to pass by a chain of mountains, cross a bridge, and dodge Pac-Man. But I am quite surprised when, at the end of the day, my phone screen shows I’ve only made 283 steps:
It can get lonely at times, like during Valentine’s Day.
When “self-care” is taken too far
And at times, thought itself is a disease:
Thoughts can turn nasty, especially when they’re given space to fester. We have to do our best to stay vigilant against the darker forces inside our minds.
We have to try our best, which includes keeping perspective and a sense of humor.
Am I too Yin?
Many of the thermal guns used in malls, restaurants, etc. don’t seem to properly register our temperatures.
Has self-quarantine for a month turned me into a cold-blooded creature?
Self-Quarantine in Beijing is a series of illustrations by Donal Turner. Episode 2 is here: