THE MASKED LADY AND THE SHEEP

It’s strangely fascinating to remember how much the world changed over those two years, and yet all that now seems so far away. A fuzzy, distant, memory, like this portrait filtered through the metal grid.

The sheep, in the meantime looks upon us like they don’t care, or understand, much of the complexities of our lives. They’re ok with providing the wool and the milk, they’d appreciate if that was all…