Clouds of inspiration come at different moments. Like the sky they are always changing and moving.
As a little girl I often wondered what it might feel like to sit in the clouds. I imagined a comfort I’d never experienced before and being embraced by their softness as they carried me above the ground.
Only recently have I taken the time to make a focused effort on attempting to paint clouds not as part of a landscape painting but as a subject of it’s own.
Last week I had the opportunity to do that with a few artist friends and really enjoyed the freedom I felt in that process. I worked much larger and found it a welcome adventure into my childhood imagination.
I’m taking some time to continue observing and sifting through the 100’s of photos I have taken over the years of clouds with the confidence that I will find a few that will inspire me to create some more.