This piece always felt like it had an uncertain air about it. I feel like she has some questions like “will the landscape beneath me ever finish rendering?” or “how much longer can I stay up here before I come back down?”

I guess that’s where the title and my own addictive personality come into play. When you spend too much time chasing clouds the rest of your life becomes more uncertain. Everything feels suspended in stasis.

She is existing in the stratosphere surrounded by geometric artifacts but some are starting to shatter and dissipate, signaling the impending return to solid ground. You can’t stay high forever as beautiful as it might be.

I love feelings of weightlessness whether it’s physical or emotional, but we all must pull our head out of the clouds and spend some time with our feet on the ground every once in a while.

This is the moment of pause at the apex right before the gravity kicks back in.