1. Sculpture/Mixed Media | Amy Gillian Wilson

first, i sculpt her soul into a form using castrated flowers and rotten wood. then, i breathe into her mouth until she becomes animated and surpasses my own degree of existence. now, she is kneeling in front of me, her face drops into my palms, and she weeps for having been created.

i console her, making her understand that i too feel the vast and shapeless melody of immanence, that to feel emptiness actually means you are full of everything. that the wisdom of nature that caused us, after being created, to roam around even though we didn’t know what our legs are for, is the sacred nothing we come from, live for, and exit into. that although they will attempt again and again to anxiously follow in vain the byzantine meanderings of a woman, no one will ever capture our evolution of feeling, the climax of life, this unrestricted scattering of sparkling fragments.

our secret life, lush with secret thoughts and secret feelings, is the loophole. I, alchemist of myself, am trying my best to balance this blurred opera between me and i, me and god, me and others, me and this woman i have created. i reside in the darkness of the soul and raise light from the shadows, making love to eternal alteration. everything starts to repeat itself, and these repeated accidents become a law, and suddenly all these accidents are no longer accidents. she can no longer ignore this part of her life without intimate discomfort. it’s a divine cry to the inescapable but sweet truth that our purest movement is that of death. we are just living today forever

Mixed media
2020

Without her they are silent when they are in fact on fire

Everything in the universe just wants to be touched

He looked at both choices. Each to him seemed right

For every lure seems to be an expanding vortex

heaven's back door

Bachelorette party

Bachelorette party

Something is always coming from me or from outside towards me

She is the one we leave home to search for, she is the one we come home to

Bird bath

Boy and pig

Undomesticated

I opened myself in front of everyone and you were born for you yourself, an effervescent island of consciousness locked up in a bag of skin. It was like I dropped a glass on the floor and it shattered and the world exploded. How much gold poured out, and how much rich blood was spilt... You were born, and I dissipated. I erased myself so you could have the entitlement to god. I love staircases so much, but I don’t love them as much as I love you. I love you as much as if i were always bidding you farewell. I still can’t believe you used to be just a seed — a seed that contained the future.

Mixed media tapestry
2020

Love letters from this obscure prison

a distant music surrounds the mysteries of the lovers' meeting, the outpourings of yearning, and excludes all that is alien on this veiled isle

Paradise's doorman performing a chord taken from the symphony of the universe; two people begin a dance to see if they would care to love each other

Untitled

How to de-enslave a soul?

I am an actress, I appear, say what I know then exit the stage

A lady burning in a corner of empty space

The audition

I don't know what's happening to me

Untitled

If I am ever shot, please carry me outside so I can die in the grass

If I am ever shot, please carry me outside so I can die in the grass

If I am ever shot, please carry me outside so I can die in the grass

I can't look at an object too much or it sets me on fire

Prison is payment for living your life

Family tree

In love, the paradox occurs in that we become one and yet remain two

Judgment Day

The mother the lover the devil the camel the student

The adventure of finding it and then losing it

Bandit

Teen mom walking the dog

Detour in Miami

She's great at listening

Juliet Capulet

Out of gallery