"So okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don’t get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we’re expected to swoon? I don’t *think* so."
The video installation presents two eyes trying to see each other as close as they can. The avidity of “seeing” the “other”, of entering in his/her space and trying to understand, or even share, the other person’s intimacy through the gaze turns out to be an effort in vain because without distance we cannot see. We find ourselves in a paradox: so close but unable to see more than a blurred image. The gaze becomes now more of an haptic sense, perceiving the other not through the sight but through the rubbing between the eyelashes. The resulting image embodies a physical eye that beats, touches and relates intimately.