Price : A painting from my Forecast series, six paintings where everyone in one way or another has connections to the weather. How many times did I as a boy lie on my back and studying the sky. Yes I mean study, for after a little while looking into the depth of the blue sky, something start to appear. Small dots floating around, impossible to catch with my pupils. Sometimes a plane very high up left a tail of condensed exhaust, but no sound was to be heard. And always the swallows were hastily chasing insects. But the blue sky was no to be disturbed. We knew of course that it reached far way out, and going down that route with our minds we could easily get lost.