My eyesight started to deteriorate when I was still a child, and I developed an obsessive fear of losing it. Perhaps that is why I decided to become a sculptor: TO SEE WITH MY HANDS. The title of this piece “The Eyes Are Not Here/There Are No Eyes Here” comes from a poem by T.S: Eliot that I transcribed into Braille. Each dot-letter, enlarged and illuminated is placed in the middle of a hole, as if it were the pupil of an eye. The result is a palpitating sign of a thousand eyes of light, a vision that is capable of “seeing.” SEEING LIGHT BACKWARDS.