A PORTRAIT OF ENFORCED ISOLATION

The first Covid-19 lockdown in March 2020 compelled us to distance ourselves from family and friends, and alienated us from familiar places and  rituals, such as meeting acquaintances for coffee and shopping at the supermarket. 

To mark the arrival of the first lockdown, I began taking portraits of family and friends living in the semi-remote market town of Driffield in the Yorkshire Wolds. A further exploration of the pandemic, the series documents the rupture to a way of life that has remained largely unchanged in my hometown since the war.

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FIFTH DAY OF LOCKDOWN: 21st March, 2020


It’s not uncommon for my mum and I to spend mothers day apart, but having it enforced by the lockdown made it especially hard.

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SIXTH DAY OF LOCKDOWN: 22nd March, 2020

 

Lizzy and her 6-year-old daughter, Emily, are adjusting to life with no school and no trips to the park.


Something invisible is pushing them to the side of their own lives, upsetting simple chores and familiar routines.


Emily is keeping Eeyore close by.

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26th March, 2020


I’d usually run into Tim at the pub, ready to start the weekend with a couple of beers and a chat.


This Friday the beers were kitchen beers and the chat via a houseparty

app - the spirit was still there but it can’t replace the pub on a Friday night after work. 


What can?

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4th April, 2020


Gary Taylor, Landlord at The Mariners Arms pub in Driffield, calls “Time” at the bar every night, but it doesn't usually last for this long.


“The pub is just a building without customers. I’m missing the craic to be honest, but protecting by distancing is the kindest thing we can do at this moment.” He told me.

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29th March, 2020


Sarah was having a glass of fizz to celebrate her birthday, but kindly sat for a portrait in between sips.


Her mother-in-law had been staying at the house as she'd not been coping well with the isolation.


"She perked up after a glass of bubbly and a good square meal!", remarked Sarah's husband, David.

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23rd March, 2020


Since his retirement, Monday nights have been darts nights for my Dad and I.


We usually stroll down to our local around 7pm for a few jars and a quick natter before the games.


Darts is cancelled for the time being. It seems quite wrong to distance ourselves from the people we are meant to keep the closest.

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25th March, 2020


At first, no school sounded like a dream.


But then James realised it meant no friends, no park, no playing out beyond the confines of the garden.


He’s old enough to know that this isn’t forever, but even a short time is a lifetime when you’re eight.

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