Whenever I see paintings of clouds, I wonder if the artist is a fellow dreamer or a romantic. I think too, of the last two lines of Charles Baudelaire’s poem, “The Stranger” Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds the clouds that pass up there Up there the wonderful clouds! In Mimi Exon’s Clouds, she paints the light upon ice crystals floating through the sky in a way that captures the wonder of spending many long hours gazing up at the untouchable, ever-changing, brush strokes in the sky. It is a bold act to try to capture their mystery and majesty on canvas.