Four Seasons, Winter 1987

Hiro Yamagata made this ‘Four Seasons, Winter’, and it feels like a happy accident of geometry and colour. The falling snow is made of tiny dots, like a pointillist dream. Check out the umbrellas, each a little dome of cheer in the snowy street, and the buildings standing tall, dusted with white, each edge precise and defined. Look at the way the light bounces off the snow; the streets are practically glowing! It's as if Yamagata is conducting an orchestra of light and colour, each stroke carefully placed. There’s a touch of David Hockney in Yamagata’s clear lines, isn't there? Both artists share a knack for turning the everyday into something extraordinary. Art isn't about answers, it’s about the questions we ask and the spaces we create in our minds.