Fernando.

In his story, Fernando lights the forge at half past six, and the coal takes seven minutes to come up to heat: he can tell by the colour and the sound of air moving through the embers, without checking a thermometer. He forges four-metre gates and, with the same skill, the thin chain he wears around his neck in the portrait, link by link. Iron bends at its own temperature, not anyone's hurry. That patient trade is what this bag carries, without it showing.

It's built for the daily hustle: the market shopping, bread, fruit, whatever comes up; you sling it over your shoulder, fill it, empty it, and do the same again the next day. A calm bull up front and a whole invisible trade behind him. I created him facing forward with no background: it reads at a glance. What Fernando does every morning doesn't fit on a tote, so here he arrives light, in bag form. The rest is in his biography.