They say if you could see what was happening in the skies you’d never be crazy enough to fly in it: this rolling, weaving, lulling, pulling, pushing, gasping, whispering, invisible mass.
 You’re in it, at the mercy of nature, part of it.

Medium: smoke painting and paper cutting before arranging into mini shadow sculptures. They now exist as digital artworks 

As a trained paragliding pilot (that's me, above!) I've learnt to understand both ‘oceans’ and ‘whispers’ of air.

​These artworks are an ode to the skill of reading the air and wind.