You love the art you own. Each piece you picked out and hung on the wall and now… it’s part of the wall. It looks as good as the day you hung it there. You love that it looks always like it did when you fell in love with it.

And you also love the outdoors. You love sunrise when you are up at that hour: the soft introduction of the light, how the landscape appears and shifts from silhouette to muted color, then vibrant day. Sunsets: are any two the same?

And now you see this: it’s art and it’s sunset/sunrise.

It’s art that shifts with the light.

It is always the same – silk pieces floating in the light – and it’s always different: in the cool light of the morning through the saturation of afternoon, into the incandescent night.