The eye you cannot read
It is a cold eye, somehow similar to a reptile's eye - which you can't read either. Even, as here, at perhaps F2, wide open, you can't be sure that the gaze is a friendly one. My own lens turns me into an 'object', it want's to be master and wishes to push me into servanthood. I have to reassert myself - as the one behind the camera. I wish to be recognised as the one I am. Two selves are involved here, one in front, the other behind the camera, and in-between is dialectic tension. It is a battle for recognition. Edited in macOS Mojave and in Luminar.
The eye you cannot read
It is a cold eye, somehow similar to a reptile's eye - which you can't read either. Even, as here, at perhaps F2, wide open, you can't be sure that the gaze is a friendly one. My own lens turns me into an 'object', it want's to be master and wishes to push me into servanthood. I have to reassert myself - as the one behind the camera. I wish to be recognised as the one I am. Two selves are involved here, one in front, the other behind the camera, and in-between is dialectic tension. It is a battle for recognition. Edited in macOS Mojave and in Luminar.