Loud and billowy is the sky as the storm approaches. A storm of light, clearing & chattering, rather than a dark, turbulent, growling storm. like birds wheeling and shrieking, we chase ahead of its path or like the waves on the sea rolling and cresting chased by the tails of the wind. Filled with energy, with portents, with knowledge in abundance this shouting wind.
Title from the sonnet poem High Flight 1941, by John Gillespi Magee
CHASE THE SHOUTING WIND
Mixed Media (acrylic paint, mediums, modelling paste, glitter, re-used swarf and glass) on canvas in white wood floater frame; w 158 x h 126 x d 4 cm