For years, I’ve walked past this beautiful eye on my way to the Museum of Modern Art in Valencia. The entire image is slowly crumbling, but the eye has remained intact so far. Valencia can get scorching hot, but thankfully it rains rarely.
The eye isn’t looking at me, as I pass by, but somewhere else. Has the woman to whom the eye belongs heard something? Is she keeping an eye on something? What might that be? The artist also added a black rose beneath the eye, though I don’t quite understand its meaning.
I intentionally photographed the entire wall. You can see the houses in the background and the shards of glass embedded in the wall to prevent people from climbing over. Perhaps that’s why she seems so watchful.