Clouds on a perfect canvas

The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation… such is the nature of art.

~ Jeb Dickerson.

The Phoenix

Clouds have always remained the most widely used metaphor in literature. They can signify both sadness and joy, hope and obstacles, dreams and unrequited love.

The Dinosaur

Clouds are always open to interpretation… they constantly change, move and look both enticingly beautiful and benign. As an English teacher once explained: ‘Looking up at the sky, we can impose our own feelings on to them. In literature this is called “pathetic fallacy”, where the clouds come to emphasize our emotional states.”

This was a day when I was dumbfounded with the patterns the clouds created in the skies above…

A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed… It feels an impulsion… this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.

~ Richard Bach