Clouds are elusive. Throughout history their mysterious nature have sparked curiosity. They appear free in the sky, unbound by any law, and invite us to believe that the same is possible for ourselves.

What is most alluring to me is what they hold within. Their aesthetic form riddled with dark undertones, are not random formations, but meticulously designed members of the greater force of nature. They hold a power that determines the overall behaviour of the elements, and leave us wondering what tomorrow holds for us down below.

I am an artist – whatever that means. When I’m asked what kind, I find it difficult to answer. If I was a musician, I would find myself in the section of the record store somewhere between classical and metal – the section that isn’t quite identifiable in a few words. You’d have to ask for it behind the counter – it’s on the system somewhere.

Years ago I awkwardly worked in the corporate world. I felt compelled to, and lacked courage to do anything about it. Early on in my corporate career, I started playing around with and sticking small hand made stickers between the train station and the office. It really just gave me something to do, but I consequently felt rebellious. What an outlaw I was. Really, I was just nothing, doing nothing.

But the habit became an obsession. Stickers became posters. Posters became sheets tiled together and over time I needed rope, buckets, extension poles and a look out. The journey to the office became the least of my concerns. It wasn’t the case of seeking permission, it was taking something into your own hands that I found solace in. Forget the cloud, the image, or this idea of becoming part of a genre. It was purely to do something I supposedly wasn’t allowed. This idea of imposing a rule and a box around you limiting what you can and can’t do was something I always struggled with, and it became easier for me to seek forgiveness rather than permission.

The project began organically, and stemmed from a distaste of myself. I began to use the pseudonym Myneandyours much further down the line after unknowingly starting the project. At first  I selfishly did it all for myself, and once I began to understand the nature of what it was I was doing, and the responsibility I was imposing upon myself, I began to realise it was no longer just about me. I was rattling out my demons, but I was also communicating with an audience. I had taken what I thought was not in my hands and put it there. I began to treat the world like it was mine, and no one had the right to tell me how to live it. And unexpectedly I began to feel as though I wanted to try and help others realise that too. Myneandyours became a tool of empowerment. It became a reminder to myself to not fall into that trap again, and to hopefully help others not do the same.

I think we should all seek help when we feel trapped, and that help can come in any form that strikes a chord in us. The more I came to terms with my position, the more I wanted to address what was eating me up inside. The cloud helped me do that, and I felt obliged to open a dialogue with others. Unknowingly a community began to emerge, not necessarily of people with inner demons, but with people who wanted to connect and feel part of something. That something doesn’t need definition, but it created a sense of belonging and that was enough.

We all have a responsibility to communicate, and to initiate positive change. The more I develop, the more I begin to understand what Myneandyours really means, and the more I feel that this is the right thing to do.