I once read a poem about waking up from a dream in the middle of the day, about the in-between time when there are no words for the things you see, and so finally you can just see them.

“To wake is to become what one first sees,” the poem said.

I liked that. I liked the idea that really looking at something could be relational in some way; that if the conditions were right, a kind of resonance could happen between your eyes and the world.

I made this work about things I had seen that had felt like that to me—trying to depict not the things themselves, but the brief experiences we had of seeing and becoming each other.