Inspired by 2020, by the effect of covid, about isolation
An ink drawing of a group of people gathered in front of a green pattern with red patterned masks
A naked distorted man in front of a portrait of a man with writing on his masks and in front of a pattern.
A distorted naked man in front of a picture of a man wearing a masked covered by washed out words.
A person wearing a virus mask holding out a vaccination box with patterns throughout
A woman wearing a virus mask waiting for a covid vaccination
A collection of faces wearing masks taken from news images
A man wearing a mask waiting for his vaccination in front of symbols
A collage of images by including a lioness leaping, an antelope eating and two rangers wearing masks.
A collection of faces pulled together with colourful masks
A naked man in outline in front of a picture of two persons wearing masks.
The name of the place to inspire this picture is cool waters
Found an old pen and thought I would play about with it, not very guarded
There will be the beauty, there will be birds and balance
The strangeness is coming back, the strangeness is here, the strangeness is us.
It is the images of life, and the images of now.
There is a mix of the old and the new and the nightingale hospitals
There are so many things to worry about but for the time that goes on me on
The image and the report didn't quite coincide at the Ovid hotel Quaranti
There was a moment there came another then there was the pandemic one year on
Now we have found this space we are on the heels of flooding
The time, the place, the effort but it remains 72% of black people unlikely
The memories I have of the time are distorted, or just rough brush strokes, they were to be sent home.
Places are not what they were, the form is the same but the function differs, so now it opens in Bristol stadium.
There was a report in the paper about a new daily high
I kinda lost track of time out here, then we heard the children cry
This is where they waited for the place, the time, in the garden.
It comes through us all of us, this is how we are, these are the 57 000
It was a storm, was it a storm, yes there we are in the eye.
This is it, this is the time, this is the new you
In the search for solitude the abandoned can be authentic cover
This is the year it has been, this is the year to come: stay home
And now it becomes more abstract with this reach out
The sign read For Testing Continue to Gate 4
The tension is rising, the state is cracking the people are saying fuck the rules.
Inspired by the news, today.
It was in the eyes, always the eyes, Jacqueline 17
It is what it is, these Thoughts are what they are: peer pressure
It is times like these that turn into a wash out day
Is it absurd, is life a drain, no it's caronavirus man.
There was nothing to be said under the gagging order but for the waiting and witness.
This is the life driven down into hormonal melancholia
Then we began to be a little laissez-faire with the regulations until we became engulfed
Then there was more trouble, then there was a difficulty getting home for Christmas
This is the rule this is what we do, say no to Christmas
The social distancing would not be an inconvenience for the social maladroit.
Then came another in the line of the other in this fragmentary release
It is the new, it is the news, it is all it is caronavirus live
Two women wearing masks next to a distorted naked man in front of a London landmark
A collection of faces wearing masks taken from news reports with repetitive patterns.
Persons wearing masks in front of a woman looking into the distance,with patterns in the dress and the masks
Seven persons wearing masks leaning together in a social bubble.
Two persons wearing masks pushed together
A distorted naked man in front of a picture of four persons wearing masks waiting to be vaccinated.
A distorted naked man behind three pictures of persons wearing masks
A distorted naked man in front of a picture of various persons wearing masks inspired by pupils going back to school at the end of lockdown.
A distorted portrait of nude man kneeling in front of three pictures of persons wearing masks.
The deflated naked man in front of the picture of the deflated disposition.
About and over there monks and nuns amongst others protest
This was when they asked, this was when they had volunteer and change.
Once again in lockdowns we are faced with a delay.
When the difficulties come so does the protest
There were difficulties of the time, across the nation's shown in the papers by death and other word.
Here you will find there is a worry but you may visit despite concern.
There are things that are unfair, these are things higher among low paid workers
There was reported the time when to go forward she faces big decision on
This is where there comes the risk to survival.
Things to think about lifting when we are nowhere near lifting
Then in the time of atrophy we had to find other ways to keep motivation, exercise
The distortion of the memory of the things we once held dear leading to four year wait
There was an ad for this group I used to belong to but there we were sexy in a virus mask
Again, and again we have been through the same situation, again for 24 hours
I am in front looking back this is when I asked what you are doing, leave the sea behind.
The time came to slip past with lite of not bit for the red or green
The material can be used in so many ways, this wax print
The days, and the days, and the days, and yet there is something missing.
There is much misapprehension, then all we find is blank inside
At the making of this image it was still undecided
These are the times, this is the place, I am proud of the city
It is the number of cases, estimated in England
It was all there to be read, the comings and goings
Then I read the words, it said terrible landmark
Not only is it cold but we are also alone with only thus memory of beachwear
There was so long time since the new normal began that that even the selfie was a faded memory of self
There has been no confusion, there has been a simple guide of hands face space.
There was a note in the post script of the isolation papers of the remainders of service and solitude.
Sometimes with the fortitude of giants and stepping out
There is so much to tolerate, the rest is just gone
Be it in the leap, be it in the mask, be it in the paint, all there is is silence
In this mismanaged time the remainder is to advance and depart.
This is the end of another strange time with yet another chance
Here we have two people about to read the fine print
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