Cloud Child

What else does a day hold other than suns and moons, minutes and hours, and beginnings and endings? Beyond the dials enclosed on our wrist is a realm that envelops every facet of human life and one that alters form, feeling and function.

The day embraces with shifting aerospace that resonates and sees into everyday; its influence unavoidable.

In the brink of morning, an air of anticipation or dread of an unwanted beginning breathes into consciousness. The morning dew gradually shifts into an arresting afternoon, with the sun beating on the flesh and prompting the everyman into race and reverie.

The afternoon soon slopes and melt into sunset. As the clouds are stained in shades of pinks and oranges, the world below slips into an unhurried state. As the night ensues, the restless is put to sleep. It is in these cosmic transitions human life is transfigured, tethered and molded.

Cloud Child is a glimpse of two worlds bound, constantly in each other’s sway. Iyan de Jesus paints the sky with mechanical romanticism and reveals that man is forever in a trance with the clouds.