I painted this after spending a night and the following day glued to my computer, fighting to keep up with a pace that was no longer mine. When I finally broke, I went out for a walk with no destination in mind. I ended up in the middle of the countryside at dawn.

I don’t know whether it really happened or if I dreamed it out of sheer exhaustion.

Above, a sky built in layers of translucent washes: clouds forming and dissolving, calligraphy breathing beneath the light. Below, an entire meadow fighting for my attention — reds, blues, greens, yellows woven into a script that doesn’t ask to be read. Words hidden in colour.

For months, I had been running from everything demanding my gaze: screens, deadlines, notifications. And then I stopped here, in front of flowers demanding it just as much. The difference was that these weren’t trying to take anything from me.

This work is about attention as an act: the noise that consumes us and the silence that gives us back our gaze.

I had to get lost to find my way back to looking.