A morning with Bill Brandt and Henry Moore

The lovely Hepworth Gallery, in Wakefield, is about 35 mins' drive from our house.  They've had an exhibition on about the interaction between sculpture and photography, centred on the work of Henry Moore and Bill Brandt. Both worked as war artists during the second world war, creating some memorable images of people sheltering from the blitz in London, for instance. There are also some very moving images of miners and their families, and some later sequences of nudes, where body forms and geological shapes echo each other - also wonderful.

Link here: https://hepworthwakefield.org/whats-on/bill-brandt-henry-moore/

The exhibition is in its final week, and we wanted to catch it while we had the chance. In fact, we arrived a bit tetchy and stressed: this week's grim Covid news has been getting to both Richard and me, in different ways.  Back in the spring, no one in our immediate family or friendship network had caught the virus; this time around, we both know people who have had it, or have it now. In our region, studies suggest 1 person in about 37 currently has Covid. 
So I found myself fumbling at the gallery entrance, trying to find the email tickets on the phone while my steamed-up specs were slipping down my nose.  Sitting them on top of the mask lessens the fog, but makes the glasses slide down.  I felt about 103.
Then we went in, started to wander through the exhibition, and I felt calm again. As we were on our way back out, I saw this young woman - a gallery attendant - relaxing quietly in one of the Barbara Hepworth rooms, perfectly blending with the huge, graceful works.