“What matters is precisely the moment of panic, and not it’s explanation”

Rene Magritte

Our face, our eyes: the seat of our identity. Yet recognising that which is never seen just only centimetres away, challenges and confronts.

Beyond the stunning beauty of looking into one’s own pupil, into that which we see every day, yet never really see – the intricate, delicate scape which is both totally familiar and unfamiliar.

This action and vision prompts questions:

is beauty in the eye of the beholder?

Is the eye the window of the soul?