My idea of work started with my substantial obsession with the sky. Sky isn’t a singular noun in my opinion; it’s everything, it’s enough it’s everywhere. The colourful bloom of temporary lights in the sky is of emotions, of solitude and of desire, of the colours seen from here, the colours of where you are not. “In the sky, there are always answers and explanations for everything; every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.” Ishmael Beah said. A way to feel the connection with the cherished who are physically absent and reside elsewhere with longitudinal divisions. Leaving me with a constant state of longing. Although the longest distance between two places is time, I am convinced that the sky liberates you to endure any circumstance and reach across any distance, through words or imagination.