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