The romanticising colouration of the horizon, shades of gold on the leaves, soft transitions in contrast with the hard drawing of Payne’s grey. That is exactly me — I do not know whether I am happier in the gloomy mud of structures or at sunset in a Disney-like steppe.

My attention moves toward the horizon through detail. This paradoxical composition symbolizes my current perception. I am captivated by the beauty of detail and at the same time I look all the way to the end. For now, I leave out the practical middle.