" It's life's illusion I recall. I really don't know clouds at all." Joni Mitchell
Puffy, sketchy, ominous, dark, light, bright, bloodlike crimson, cake batter yellow, pale peach, sassy salmon, and, of course, stark white -- half the fun of cloud gazing is the color variety. Some of my favorite visual memories are about clouds reflecting the sun in oranges, pinks, and reds over the ocean in Pacific Grove, CA, peeking over snow-capped mountains in white and gold North of Ketchum, Idaho, or turning greenish black just before a North Texas storm. It's no wonder artists can't quite stay away from clouds.
Turner’s Sunrise with Sea Monsters
Picasso's Bacchanale
Since childhood I have been a cloud gazer. I used to lie on the grass under the pecan tree in our Dallas backyard, and watch them change. This one looks like a puppy, now a camel, now a snowman, now a mushroom. If this keeps up, I may just join the Cloud Appreciation Society currently boasting a membership of 23,727 cloudspotters.
What do you think?
Would love to hear your comments on my blogs, my art, or anything else you want to discuss.
Capriciously,
Charlotte
