Low clouds create a ceiling. Open blue sky says no limits: infinity. Rain is a space moving through a larger space. Ancient civilizations were mystified by changes in the atmosphere. They assigned gods to rationalize the phenomenon and later used their senses to predict weather patterns. I am fascinated by these complex sensual systems that function as both tangible and non-tangible experience.
My fascination with the weather is rooted in my childhood. My father had a wonderful habit of watching the weather. When a storm was rolling in he would set up his lawn chair in the yard and survey the sky. I remember watching him, watch the landscape. This experience left a deep impression on me. Those moments of “watching” provided experiences of visual observation and elevated other senses: the scent of water mixing with the earth during rainfall, the eerie sound of howling wind, the claustrophobic feel of an extremely humid day.