|White Cloud Patterns|
I have finished painting a coastal pine against the sea. It's getting windier and I have brought my umbrella down to the ground to keep it from catching the gusts. Lying back on my mat, I notice the clouds moving overhead. They move, not as discrete objects, but pour like a viscous fluid in the medium of the sky, deforming around the edges, reforming at the back. To paint this pattern, I must move my brush as the clouds move.