ARTIST STATEMENT Sky gazing, looking upwards to something much greater than me. Those obscured shapes of brilliant white and sometimes grey somehow suspended and weightless. Colour is attributed through storms, sunrises and sunsets, sprouting cascading imagery. Do they have wings? They are an avian in their own right, with beauty and grace to soar above and beyond the heavens. I often find myself lost in the clouds. Their unique formations, sheer beauty and majesty are like the wings of the wind.