During the hard corona shut down last year, a series of desperate faces emerged as I put the scissors to paper on quiet evenings. A whole new paper-cutting universe suddenly appeared.
I think it probably expresses the strange, isolated life we all were a part of back then – and which I now relive in my current corona isolation with lots of coughing, fatigue, and chills.
See all the desperate faces from my new paper-cut universe that I call Men in Despair.
