“When I lie on my back and look up at the sky
I feel absorbed into nothingness
I am reminded of the story of the mathematician who sat on top
of a Welsh mountain for ten years trying to divise an expression for the pattern
of clouds rolling in from the Atlantic.
His ambition seemed to reflect my own
I am torn between the sheer beauty of the spectacle and
its overwhelming indifference to me.
How can one come to terms with nothing
nothing is the sum total of everything; everything in play, or in battle,
with everything else
I am even like the planet that supports me, a mere speck
in a vast turmoil of specks all seeking a place to rest
but all driven for ever on by the specks around them
I would like my work to be seen not as a representation
of something else but very simply what it is, the sum of its parts -
an essence in the spectral turmoil.
And so we are back to the cloud…”
- Michael Kidner