I made this one thinking about the solitude that follows artists everywhere
the one you slide into without noticing,
the one that becomes a room, then a world
You end up rowing inside it.
Trying to reach something that never really forms,
pushing forward on a craft that feels too small, too fragile,
yet somehow it still holds.
Some of the palette comes from the early digital nights that shaped me (screens burning with reds, oranges, deep shadows).
The same atmosphere that lived in pieces like "All Time High in the City", my favorite and one of the first works by Xcopy where I took the main inspiration from.
where the glow of a world felt both distant and strangely familiar: an artist alone on his water, continuing the only way he knows
