Erin Fox 2025

Abstract

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. So I tried making work about things I had seen that had felt like that to me—not depictions of the things themselves, but of the way we were resonating together at the time.