The autumn Hebridean skies are blue - blue as blue can be. The space is palpable as the cloud free-form in clumps and streaks, their own sweet way. For some this is terrifying, nothing to provide shape or ideology for the journey. For others this is a catalyst for exploration, dipping their toes in the water of how they'd really like to form themselves. Different textures and hues float, dip and curl themselves over the mountains, acrobats of their own.