Pane along my forehead, pang
Of crack, slack glass, smooth
Ass (Disregard that last one
Until our suns are the same) Any
Day now I'll blossom the answer
From the nervous ground, spin
The clouds around and make
A whisper for your eyes, your sighs
And something more serious
Than the shyness
Of a hard year. Dear, dear
One: Explain me again
To myself. Latch turns sideways,
Right?
And the air begins...
Of crack, slack glass, smooth
Ass (Disregard that last one
Until our suns are the same) Any
Day now I'll blossom the answer
From the nervous ground, spin
The clouds around and make
A whisper for your eyes, your sighs
And something more serious
Than the shyness
Of a hard year. Dear, dear
One: Explain me again
To myself. Latch turns sideways,
Right?
And the air begins...
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His work is a perfect example of how scale impacts the viewer( not to mention the artist). Scale is a critical part of any work... as critical as the media the artist chooses.
By the way, I saw it at the cinema, and I cried because it was so overwhelming.