There is a certain enchanting beauty that exists in the empty spaces that take over our surroundings during the night, the familiar turns into a completely different world when a beautiful and solitary emptiness is all that seems to reside within it. With no one around you, a peculiar silence opens up a completely different world to you. A world that is not pretending to be anything, a world that seems to be pretty comfortable in its own skin. Huddled buildings trying to comfort each other. People, lying asleep, comfortable with who they are. Animals trespassing through gently drawn lines of darkness and light, moving from one into the other, with elegance, grace and without fear. A space where subtle sounds offer themselves up so that we may hear them with a greater clarity, a space where every heartbeat can be felt and heard, with a certain lucidity.

This solitary world, a dreamlike landscape, a space where form melts into shadow and shadow melts into form, like mind into soul, gracefully moving, in and out of a moment of lucidity within one's dreams. These lucid, pockets of time and space are magnificent windows into a calm sense of mystery. These dreamlike moments that gleam through the darkness, often provide me with a certain amount of comfort during my solitary walks through these dreamscapes. My mind compares them to the experience of walking through a vast and empty Tibetan landscape which is quiet like the comfort of a hermitic existence in a world filled with a frantic movement.