“The same moment the tears cover vision ,they would unfold the very eye in itself” Jacques Derrida. Memoires d’aveugle.

Within the region of the fear of loss, I give great emphasis to the eye. I isolate the image of the lost vision. I remember then again the scene of farewell. The eye blinks.

As it closes, the pain of breaking away. As it opens, so begins the deep sensual emotion leading to reunion.

Aristotle says, “soul never thinks without mental image” and mental image for me, is what I already see.

The moment I insist upon is that of the very imminent glare. That which lasts for the very minimum of time and defines the farewell of impressions. The loss. It is the border between finding something and then losing it all over again. The eye loses this image the moment it closes and this very moment it knows extremely well that it will open again. The same phenomenon occurs in repetition. Memories of thousands of glances, in-depth looks that force us to “return” to that very world we once lost. The world of all that is visible.

Michail Stroggof says in Julius Vern book “Mother”. He yelled. “Yes! Yes! Yours is my very last glance”.

My “open” eyes allow each and every one of us his own glance. The glance of a lifetime, through a fundamental vision, whilst we stay still, being witnesses to constant appearances and disappearances of the very many images, which throughout our lives constitute in itself.