It’s late afternoon at the end of a long October when the Fleetwood Mac song comes on. We’re halfway down the peninsula, and I tell the wolves I was raised on Stevie Nicks, so could they please let me listen to the whole thing. Because Sam, the younger one, has a bad habit of changing the station.
Elsey, artist, wife and mother, has “lost herself,” and she’s well aware how that sounds. “…It seems overdone, and there are four hundred million people living in China on a dollar a day, so cry me a river.” She’s adrift and depressed and ashamed of her feelings, living a privileged life in Beijing with her husband Lukas and their 8- and 7-year old daughters.
“This cover art looks like the painting that would be on the bedroom wall of the girl in the picture. Very meta. Also, those colors make me think of when it was warm outside, which makes me feel slightly better than I did before.”