My studio is on the top floor of my house. Through the windows I look out over other buildings in the city, but from my workplace I mainly see the clouds moving through the sky every day.
I am always impressed by the constant and steady change of their shapes and colors. The heavy clouds are beautiful, far away and at the same time close, impressive and timeless—every time I look at them.
Their silent floating in a motionless firmament seems to be a big part of their strength. To me they represent the passage of time and the unpredictability of the future.
Time passes differently for different beings and things. Like the clouds our lives are short and fleeting. The past months have made that clearer than ever.
Yet we always keep hope—as if we are looking at the sky, waiting for the redeeming rain.