untitled by sleep, dream on Flickr.
As wild as it sounds I’ve discovered a way in which to “see” the invisible—it’s like unearthing a half covered circle by leaving it where it is and imagining its missing piece… Something’s shifted—the feedback loop between my gaze and the world has been closed and amplified. It’s no longer that the sun shines on me it’s that I express its light and warmth. I’m a poetic extension of the sun—like a ray of light shining through dust particles or a puddle of water that slowly vanishes over the course of a leisurely lunch...
