I don’t understand navigation or sailing and therefore I won’t talk to you about this but about the beauty of sails in the wind. Overlays of moments and images in which you perceive the elusive atmosphere, the unrepeatable moment of the race. Those who experience them think about manoeuvres and every effort is made to use wind and waves to outrun others in the contest, but not me. I can stop every moment and draw these moments of abstract beauty. Separated from victory or defeat because beauty always wins when it manifests itself. With warm or cold colours, without waves or skies but only sails upon sails. So simple and so beautiful.