YOUR NAME HERE
WANT THE WATER, I WANT THE AIR
is the sky. Selections from the Archive of Wind Blown Clouds, a collection
of slide photographs, presented in lightboxes. With neither author, place,
nor date, the clouds outslip any scientific purpose. Meteorology is deferred.
What remains is a portion of the sky of the world.
As with all
of the forms that I have invited people to share I – haiku, renga,
mesotic, circle poem, question, proposal – the wind blown cloud
is another meeting place from which correspondences may emerge. These
projects connect people within a single frame and the ways in which they
respond extend the idea exponentially – clouds, a small white puff,
banks, roiling masses of cumulus, filletes, cloud reflections in puddles
and windows, contrails.
of the invitation is to involve anyone, or everyone. Amparo Montero Espina,
an eight-year-old girl from Punto Del Este in Uruguay, is one of the archive’s
most prolific and gifted correspondents. They are photographs by friends
and by people that I have never met, whose lives I know nothing about.
They are the effects of water and air that realize John Cage’s desire
for an art that is far more than weather. WIND BLOWN CLOUD is poetic,
utopian, and political. The clouds are proposed as flags, the only flags
that would fly for a year over the cities of Derry, Jerusalem and Jamin.
‘Take down your flags, your colourful shrouds, live under the same
HERE is the juxtaposition of two projects – one of words, one of
images. Together they suggest a dissolution of identity – not a
wretched fragmentation of the self, rather a gentle douking in the carrying
stream, washing away the boundaries of the creative intelligence as if
they were marked in chalk. A culture that thrives on celebrity will get
the bynames that it deserves. A hanky is a cloud; a cloud is a flag; a
name is a poem; a poem is words written on wind and water.