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...

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

...But how is one to crack its liminal appeal?
Here's 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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