These are my eyes and you would imagine that I, of all people, really should know what's going on in there... but I don't. I can't see anything and frankly if that isn't a blank stare I don't know what is.
I do know what these eyes have seen in their long life however, and that might persuade me to imagine some of the thoughts that are constantly churning like flotsam through the pathways of my mind. But as I wasn't fully conscious of my thinking in the moment I took this picture, I didn't note it.
Perhaps I was only considering the 'art'. This being the aspect of my photography that endeavours to paint a picture rather than simply record a moment in time. This is the same intention I put into my paintings - the attempt to evoke a response of some kind in the observer. What feelings can be accessed? What energy is released that otherwise would remain hidden? Thinking, considering, awakening. Likes and dislikes, humour and anger. Love even.
I do wonder what have these eyes have missed while the film of my life has been running. What did I not want to see or record for this future now.. What did I not want to have to ponder on with regret or relief? Those unseen images that got away from me, swirling into the unfathomable past to be lost forever.