We’ve all noticed the impacts of the restrictions in our lives the past year. Less contact, less movement, less hope. Less really felt like less, rather than more. I’m sure I speak for many people when I say that I’ve felt isolated and claustrophobic. Day after day, studying and sleeping in the same little cramped room. And blah blah, everyone has had a hard time and feels just as bad, or even worse maybe...

But, the long, dark and lonely winter we’ve just emerged from, also gave something back: the realization of what’s important. For me, I realized I missed drawing these figures. Something I probably wouldn’t have noticed if life had been normal. And thus, I started season two of my series impossible prints.

And that’s how I see the optimism and pessimism in this figure. The bridge is lonely, everlasting and too complicated. The pillars are also impossible and unstable. The appearance is colourless, dull and hopeless. Probably all subconsciously inspired by the past months. But my point is, is that this figure exists in the first place. And that the same past months have taught me I love making them. Luck at an accident, the Dutch would say.