Eyes Eyes baby is about an organ that’s wondrous but imperfect, invaluable but underappreciated, visible but inscrutable. They may be useful to us, but they’re hopelessly limited compared to those of a mantis shrimp. And for all their complexity, our ears and tongues might be able to do their job.
We’re continually compared to our peers, evaluated, measured; but when you take a closer look at ourselves, any metric seems meaningless. Perhaps reality – and ourselves, and our bodies – is bigger and more complex than we can grasp. Bigger than the value we ascribe to ourselves, and with more colours than we can perceive.



