"Clouds"
6’ x 3’
antique linens, chenille yarn, packing papers, cotton clothes line

I moved to the West in 2003, to the Teton Mountains, and live amongst soaring peaks, spectacular canyons, wind and weather. Marauding storms roll into the valleys in a fury leaving behind the boisterous survivors….clouds. Clouds that nestle down into the canyons waiting for the next onslaught……clouds tracing, in wispy abandon, the outline of the foothills…..clouds that bunch and cluster and laugh at the commotion.