I gravitate towards the skies. I am always looking up. With eyes drawn upwards, they naturally rest on the cusp of structure and firmament.
The vista reveals an unexpected emotion of inner-city London. Peachy colour council blocks. Broken soft hues of industrial workshops. Pastel sky punctuated with a stadium’s pearly crown. There is beauty here that mellows a jagged horizon and inspires an unexpectedly gentle colour tendency.