This series of small works on panel though begun years before, it was only in 2025 that they began to ‘sing’ in homage to clouds. I keep coming back to clouds. The way clouds cast an easily overlooked drama just if you happen to look up.

I don’t know how many years these small paintings have taken, and as a consequence have become thick in places with impasto paint - the antithesis of airy clouds. It doesn’t matter, but what matters is that they took their time as clouds do and obey no forecasters musing.