Magical Clouds
First, I make the art..
Next, I try to figure out what it means...
Today I have created for you,
magical clouds!
Clouds mean sky.
Sky means air.
Air means what you cannot see, but you need.
Art means what you need to see.
I’ve got a new art installation. It’s about that half of the picture we usually ignore, the sky half. All day we obsess about all things worldly, all of the stuff and things of getting around, and doing what needs to get done, but in so neglecting the the other half of our reality, we are missing out.
Just even the ever changing painting that is our sky, is a glory to behold! Not only the colors of sunrise and sunset, but the drama of the great majestic day star dancing in and out from the clouds, the starry sparkle parade in the night, and the daily changing of the perfect moon. And then there are the rainbows...
So I celebrate the sky. I am Mountainskyrainbow. Sky is my middle name. First I did rainbow. Then, I did mountain. Now, I am doing sky.
Sky is an important arena where the problem of global warming and climate disruption are taking place too. Air is mostly sort of invisible to us, detectable by what it does, like moving the clouds around. So my newest unit of art is another modular, moveable, play-with-able, installation.
About Sky.
You can play with the pieces, moons and suns and stars and clouds. Our thoughts are like air, invisible until their effects are seen in the way things are happening. Maybe people can dance a circle dance with the clouds; or a sun or a moon.
What will happen with our worldwide climate emergency depends on how we change our thoughts, in the sky of our mind, including our shared implicit beliefs. Here on earth I wonder what the people will decide to do with the pieces in their hands now...
An afterthought to this piece: pieces! Each of us holds a piece of the commons, a right to stand under our common sky, a piece of the game of fixing the common ground. I make some game pieces, tokens. Tiny hand held sky shares. Pocket sized reminders of the job of the day.
I wonder when we will start taking care of our sky, our atmosphere, instead of scribbling on it like kids.
