I’m a day person — I’m even a bit suspicious of nights. Too mysterious, forbidding, no orientation, no proper grid.

Maybe there’s also an artistic reason: a day scene is more conducive to being drawn. I remember being frustratrated as a child, attempting to draw an even night sky with felt tip pens.

Living in Berlin, one has to get used to little daylight for a few months. I had to find my peace with all this darkness. Over the years I was even able to to find  joy in the mess of multiple light sources, both natural and artificial.

Most importantly: I love the idea of midnight. In the middle of all the darkness, an invisible switch is flicked, and time is reset. A new day, week, year. Out with the old, in with the new.