Songs of the Sky B6 1923

Alfred Stieglitz captured these clouds with his camera, rendering them in tones of grey and black. I love how he lets the clouds do their thing, capturing the drama of the sky as it shifts and morphs. You can feel the artist looking up, maybe even lying on his back in a field, totally absorbed in the ever-changing spectacle above. I can imagine him thinking about the relationship between light and shadow, how they define form and create depth. His picture of the sky is almost like a map of his inner weather, of the movements within himself. I think of other artists, like Constable, and his cloud studies, or even Gerhard Richter's misty landscapes. It's all one big conversation. Artists, you know, we're always riffing off each other, finding new ways to express something timeless. It's so inspiring, because it's not about having all the answers but about being open to what emerges.