Transience and the fleeting interludes of being are at the core of the work I make. My art often employs images of clouds and fragments of cursory on-site and imagined musings as metaphors for the ephemeral. Similarly, I often destroy old works and reconstitute them as handmade paper from which new marks and configurations emerge. In his Confessions, Augustine of Hippo reflects on the mystery of time, form and the ineffable. His references to the Psalms in particular convey his thoughts about the short course of life. As in the theme of Ecclesiastes, everything, whether splendid or ordinary, is impermanent, changes and vanishes. Clouds, mist, smoke, are temporary and eventually fade. They are like our lives.