Why pursue these dusk images of clouds? Especially after the brightest hues have faded, after red passes into pink, purple and blue; after darkness itself becomes tangible? Why portray them above the silhouette of parks, trees, hills and suburban roofs?
The clouds appear and yet scarcely seem possible. They appear in disappearing. They suggest another time – another mode of being within time. They are a manifestation of a gentle and alien, distant and intimate, resonant, yet only half-remembered cosmological field. They establish a link between the mundane and the ethereal, while also separating these two entirely.