When time is lapsing, those fluffy bands of clouds move along… and your glance may just get lost in the way they are taking. Sometimes in grey, other times half-transparent, and each small group has a soft cover formed of speckled orange white.

Underneath, the black silhouettes of martins, hardly ever alone, but often in a circle of friends, draw a quite transient image. A picture, only to be perceived in the eyes of an attentive spectator – a silhouette of flight paths, backgrounded in frail pastel tones like on a multi-layered painting by a great master.

Indeed, it is a time-lapsed artwork by the One, yes the greatest Master. Each day, every hour and every minute, continuously painted in new colours on the large canvas of the firmament.