artist statement stage 1

[mrwillis]

I found myself looking down from very high up. The space between me and the ground infinite. My view pulsed and shook. The sheer size of nothing infront of me clarifing every detail. The color of leaves sharp enough to blind, the wind like cold milk, the grit underfoot as loud as breaking glass.

-How much presence does a mountain demand?

-How many years does it take to know how to smile?

-How heavy is the ocean?

I make what I can't say, quiet and loud. I control the world by making another.