Sometimes we forget to look up. The open sky, occasionally decorated with flighty birds and an airplane's lingering exhaustion streaks, perhaps provides the best metaphorical association with the blank canvas.
While artists have energetically featured a setting and rising sun, this post pays special attention to the intermediary realm and the things which momentarily populate it. Instead of featuring panoramic views, these works of art close up on aerial spaces-sometimes extending beyond the universe as in John Brosio's Jerks.
Always the subject of philosophical contemplation and now artistic endeavors, the sky,no longer a passive background, is brought to a jarring focus.