Head in the cloud wants to be a symbolic interpretation of a cloud archive that can be ‘worn’. The action of walking into it and/or lying down to observe the collection of memories invites the viewer to experience time and memories in a playful way.
Early morning traffic interpreted through colour.
As I wake up thoughts and ideas make their way to a new day. They are dynamic but polite. No honking or hooting. They exchange greetings and find bond weaving their way through memories and future actions.
Can colours and brush strokes paint your thoughts on time and encounters?