The Gaze That Does Not Yield
The Gaze That Does Not Yield Charcoal on Paper 70cm x 90cm There was something different about the zebras that day. I had spent time watching them at the water, and what struck me was how intently they observed their surroundings. I was hidden from sight, so they could not see me. But they could see the camera. It was such a small change. A round glass disc where there had not been one before. Everything else was exactly as it usually was when they came to drink. The landscape was familiar. The water was where it should be. Nothing obvious had changed. And yet they noticed. Again and again, I watched them stop and look. Not dramatically. There was no sudden panic. Just an alertness that seemed almost disproportionate to the tiny alteration in their surroundings. They were watching the camera lens. And I began to wonder how much more closely they must observe the world than we do. We move through familiar places and very quickly stop seeing them. We know the road, the room, the view fro...