Head in the Clouds

 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
    From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
    In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
    The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
    As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
    And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
    And as laugh I pass in thunder.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820 

Here are some photos of the little flock of clouds I created yesterday. They have little plaster feet, wire to hold them high and are made from paper with watercolour and ink. They will be part of the photo shoot (which has been post-poned again, sorry!) and float on through the frame. At the moment they are taking up residence in my bedroom and I love them.

When designing them, I doodled 3 little ideas and then got stuck. I then accidentally turned them upside down, and hey-presto! 3 new designs.

Fly little clouds!

Buoyantly yours,
Jane