An eighteenth-century Talmudist said that God saw the souls of men as sparkling specks of dust.
I had been working with dust and dirt for some time, especially with the dust drawings, the Curtains, Cloud Formations, and Himmelskörper. Whilst sweeping up the black floor of my studio I realised that the brush and mop would leave marks and traces that had all the intensity of some of the dirt cloud pieces I had made previously. It intrigued me to explore the tension between the simple reality of dirt on a black floor and its potential for triggering an almost oneiric reading of cloud formations — when we see something for what it is and simultaneously as something very far removed.
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