The world never presents itself to the artist's eye as a catlogue of separate objects, but as a continuity. In the natural landscape, this takes clearest form at night or during heavy fog, when individual objects are swallowed up in the prevailing ambience. It is clear during a severe storm, when all moveable entities take on one direction, or when we have a rosy dawn, or during a showy sunset, when all objects take on an extremely warm tone, losing their particularity to the prevailing color. The artist notes such occurences, not necessarily to copy them, but to overcome, by the visual stimulation presented, the tyranny of the separation of things.