In the cloud, form is always becoming, ambiguous, mutable, fertile.
Leonardo da Vinci saw in the stain the genesis of imagination: those blurred, chaotic fields where the eye, in a kind of ontological passivity, imagines, revealing the implicit forms of nature understood as palingenesis.

Clouds collects visions generated by the artificial imagination, where the sky and clouds are thought of as forms in latency. These structures do not represent the clouds, but emerge from them. They are born from the same instability, the same swelling and dissolving that defines the plane.

Each vision is a metonymic metamorphosis, a ‘powder keg’ of perception, like the spark of Don Quijote’s mad idealism, ready to explode into an impossible structure, a vaporous edifice, a celestial madness.