EyeSight, our furtive place of collision.

Light pierces the lens, rushes through the inner eye, then on, towards the optic nerve. From there light is no more as it journeys to our mind where the images of our world are born.

Although EyeSight is in the style of a technical or anatomical drawing, this is a work of the imagination. I am entranced by the arcs and impacts of the unseen, yet ever present sub-atomic particles. Thoughts of the concealed nature of matter brought me to consider the countless neurons that fire and connect the string of light that bonds our outer world to an equally magical inner life.