The contemplative researcher lives aloof from society, a silent and unseen example it would seem. How is he to share his refined sensitivities, his ascetic and indeed aesthetic findings in ways that reveal their hidden purpose?


René Laubies, Untitled, 1960, oil on paper mounted on Belgium linen, 38x35cm

One is straight away struck by the paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poesis born in the crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation. How is one to crack this liminal appeal? We offer a clue. Postulate a pre-existing Cloudist dicta and see what may be mined to elucidate the subject in a manner that eludes all convoluted reading of the stain of sliding cloud and sea...

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