Angers, France. 02-16-2014
Eyes. They say they’re the way to the soul, right? Looking or really seeing – which is it?
Oh wait, it’s that they’re the windows to the soul.
Looking in & looking out. Seeing and being seen. Hence, the fear of eye contact – the fear of connection and its possibilities.
But what if the window is cloudy? What if it’s only translucent?
What if it’s dirty, smudged & grimy so that one can’t properly see.
What if it’s so old that with each passing year, the glass has slid, ever so slowly down the pane – because of its composition and the dictates of gravity.
Improper sight through warped windows stirring this fear of connection. But sometimes, the lack of clarity is beautiful. To put on the rose-colored glasses, to accept the old pane of glass in all its blurriness, allows one to see in a light which can alter all other lights.
Glasses, windows, eyes. Eyes which see through glasses and windows.
Eyes as the opening & closing of sole persons. Sole worlds. Whole, complete, individual worlds wrapped up and containing what we term souls.
Open your eyes to me.
See beyond looking.
See me, see you, see one another.
Let seeing be enough.
Let it be everything.