Instruments of Sight

This series began in the exam room of the doctor who first diagnosed my detached retina. As the lenses shifted between one and two, the letters blurred, my right side struggled to return, and I heard that my vision may never come back the same.

Surrounded by aging machines built to measure sight, I thought about my own body, what it has survived, and what it may one day lose. This series is about altered vision, uncertainty, and what the eye, body, and spirit are still learning to see.