Coberta de Nuvens
Uncertainty, anxiety, unease: isolated in my apartment, its comfort became confinement. I found solace through the views through my window. Contemplating nature has always given me the necessary strength to reconnect with myself: access, adjust and recover.
Every minute of the day, every season of the year, the frame of my window is a stage for clouds and light to perform colors and movement in the sky.
The thick and ridged edges of the ceramic tablets record the pressure of its process to comply and be formed into rectangular shapes. Its weight suggests endurance; and its surface, the fluidity of a fleeing moment. The successive layers of water and pigments move and blend and build representations of my window views.
Like a blanket that covers the body and gives warmth, the floating clouds outside my window bring me comfort and relief. They are formless, limitless and constantly in motion. They are free. I find connection and a sense of belonging by looking out and up to these ethereal formations. Touched by light, they frequently change colors; touched by wind they are always evolving and transforming. Clouds give me peace and perspective. They make the uncertain more bearable.
The thick layer of fog creates both a poetic and physical separation between the viewer and the surface. It slows and limits the vision. It cause ambiguity and turn reality less absolute.
Times of uncertainty…
Every minute of the day, every season of the year, the frame of my window is a stage for clouds and light to perform colors and movement in the sky.
The thick and ridged edges of the ceramic tablets record the pressure of its process to comply and be formed into rectangular shapes. Its weight suggests endurance; and its surface, the fluidity of a fleeing moment. The successive layers of water and pigments move and blend and build representations of my window views.
Like a blanket that covers the body and gives warmth, the floating clouds outside my window bring me comfort and relief. They are formless, limitless and constantly in motion. They are free. I find connection and a sense of belonging by looking out and up to these ethereal formations. Touched by light, they frequently change colors; touched by wind they are always evolving and transforming. Clouds give me peace and perspective. They make the uncertain more bearable.
The thick layer of fog creates both a poetic and physical separation between the viewer and the surface. It slows and limits the vision. It cause ambiguity and turn reality less absolute.
Times of uncertainty…
