We float on a boat in the middle of a lake. Fog surrounds us. The horizon is blurry. We have no orientation. We feel lonely. Our voice would not be heard by anyone. Therefore we are silent. We accept and give up.

My pictures should be a symbol of positive loneliness and the strength and ideas that can come from it. We are only lonely when we expect someone to be with us. We should expect less and appreciate the few unexpected and good things a bit more.