I sometimes dream of standing alone, with nothing and no one around, gazing at a vast horizon or an endless shoreline. The day I shot the first piece of this series, I stood atop a windy hill, facing the cold gusts. Before me stretched a vast field of flowers, with the ocean beyond, both swaying under the forceful wind. It was beautiful. Yet, back then, I was emotionally drained. The fragile, wavering motion around me felt like a reflection of myself. I set up my camera, and as the wind blurred the tangled flowers, they softened into a single plane, forming a horizon. In that horizontal line, I found stability. After capturing my first piece, 36, I became drawn to nature, seeking straight or parallel lines in my work.