All the scenes, changing form rapidly, spontaneous, unplanned. While I was trying to draw the scene in matter of a few seconds I also did not have the time to plan my next brush stroke or water spill.
The clouds has this skill of walking on the thin line of density. It gains weight and falls down as rain, it gets heated and blossoms like a flower.
I’ve seen how the colors can change just by the intensity of the clouds or a lightning strike coming out of the darkness.
As I was drawing these I mostly enjoyed using a lot of water. I wet the paper and then formed the clouds in that flowing surface. The water being the air and my brush becoming the wind.
acts of drawing 