Moments of connection with others and the natural world are what I have been treasuring most these past weeks. Last year I moved from Berlin to a small village high in the French Pyrenees Mountains on the border with Spain, it is here that I find myself in these strange and uncertain times.
Events can seem overwhelming as we follow the news and get swept into the chaos of all that is taking place. So if you are willing, I would like to take you just for a moment into the quiet mountains of my studio. Here, in normal times one knows that the world exists by the crisscross of white vapor trails that reach across the sky – a highway of airplanes crossing the great expanse of blue. But now the blue is still with only the grass and peaks to pierce it.
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