"A mysterious and inescapable common thread runs through every midnight act of creation: the distant whistle of a train. This steel murmur, tearing through the profound silence of night, lifts not only the ear but the soul, carrying my mind toward travelers who, in the darkness, depart from their homes or return to their embrace. That strange duality of distance and closeness, separation and reunion, permeates every line, every color, every form born in those suspended hours between reality and dream.

It is as if that whistle were the unspoken symphony of destinies, whispering in the background of my canvas or paper. Thus, the train whistle is not merely a sound, but the hidden pulse of my nocturnal creation—a call that forever binds me to the roots of humanity and the endless essence of journey."