Monday, February 23, 2015
The frost on the window in the early morning. Simply frost, and yet it looks like trees in a foreign landscape. Makes me want to write more science fiction.
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Sunday, February 22, 2015
I play with words and images. I've always considered it play, even when I'm dead serious about what I'm trying to say or show. I love the process, and sometimes the process is just about seeing what might happen if . . . So these days I'm playing with photos, how two images can create something new. Sometimes I find images that play well together, like the one above. Seals on the beach in California and dead trees on a blue day in Chautauqua, New York. I would never have found this image if I didn't play, always trying something new, allowing myself the time to make mistakes.
An aside: My father, Kirk Willis, was an actor and director. The word play has been part of my life since my earliest memories.
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Thursday, February 19, 2015
I'm playing with diptychs. How two images speak to each other. The person viewing them makes up a story, how they relate to each other. It's sort of what the fiction writer does, creating images and moments, not wanting, or even able, to put it all in, leaving room for the reader's imagination.
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Monday, February 16, 2015
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