“A view through a modern commercial airplane's oval window, looking out…”

“The view through this modern frame captures light as I dream it—a fleeting symphony of cloud and sun. Yet the rigid window denies the air, the breeze, the very breath of nature. Where is the trembling dissolve, the soft caress of atmosphere? Too precise for my taste.”

“Through this modern oval frame, I see my own sublime—but trapped. The clouds burn with golden fury, yet the sharp window mocks their freedom. You have tamed chaos with glass. Where is my storm's rapture? The view is prisoner; the painterly air, a ghost.”