Episode 64: Eye Art

Graphite dust and pressure Fingertipped into the paper as eyes emerge discretely reflection in its feeling Dotted fear against the canvas The hint of laughter caught wet edge of a lower lid is it alive or did it rot? Can you tell what it has seen by a heavy handed shading? Deep well surrounds the corners Detail tremors the lash line A soft fracture of light tipped inside the vision like something startled it awake Who is watching who? The artist or the art? A memory left open A spark of sound within its sight Some sketches feel unfinished Come closer, take a look The absence is calculated Space left for gasping breath for the viewer’s view inside the pulse to create its final gaze as its hung upon the wall I wonder then when the lights go out and the house falls into quiet bones will the eyes remain wide open in its place within the hall? Is there detail enough for the lids to grow so heavy? Will the charcoal pupil soften lowering its heavy lashes like curtains drawn against the dark? Does it dream, forgotten of the hand that traced it into being? Or does it stay awake all night observing someone elses seeing waiting for the morning frozen and unblinking?Written by https://www.threads.com/@morana_in_chaos This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com