Walking the same streets, glimpsing lives in a cut off state, the glare and colour play across the windows, a jumbled experience of time on repeat. This was the starting point of these pieces, they followed a series of works where paint was applied in an orderly way, colour built up in order of time, in this series the colours were blurred together and merged. Time was at once still and a kind of never place. The way each day was the same, in a period when the mini era was/is so peculiar. The intimacy of windows into lives blurred by the distance between us. The constant echoing of opposites.