Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's an insubstantial dissolving love song in empty clouds / cloud imaginaries for absent yearning forever. This simple short is a first initial experiment towards a commissioned artist's film (2019) on the recording or transcription of storm-clouds and their emotional and political invocations, including: painters' weather annotations, scientific prose, natural philosophies of clouds, and the ways film might navigate the “atmosphere“ of previous meteorological imaginations. see
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