The feeling of weather building somewhere in the distance—strange light before rain, heavy air, and everything holding still for a moment. The colors seem to carry some of that tension quietly, hovering between softness and weight.

I kept thinking about forming and dissolving at the same time. Some edges stay sharp, almost violent; others fade away as if the material itself can’t fully settle into shape. Looking through the layers keeps changing where space begins or ends.

A slow gathering—of color, atmosphere, and something still passing through.