There is something about the sky that has always felt like the most honest place for a heart. Atmospherique pt.4 came from that feeling — the one you get lying on your back in the grass, staring up, when the world goes quiet and all that's left is blue. The heart here is a cloud, or maybe the cloud is a heart. I painted the ocean creeping in from the corner — deep indigo, white foam, restless — because love is never entirely still. It rises. It crashes. And then it opens up again into all that blue.