A Series of Clouds from a Private Collection

One day I woke up dead. I felt I needed to move. Since then, I have been walking every day under the open sky, in the body of my life, stumbling from time to time. Clouds appear in the sky, and bruises on my skin. They take the shape of fears, desires, disappointments, dreams. They colour the background, then fade. They come and go. And I live through.