I always have a thought for Turner when the light changes.

The sky and the water are the two expanses that I fear to paint. However, I never tire of watching the sun setting. Yellow flirts with red, blue flows over orange, and the nuances that arise from these encounters remind me of a palette, only purer. Seeing colors blending on the horizon and on the paper at the same moment breaks a boundary. The sky becomes a paint that never dries, and the painting looks like a breathing landscape.