Part of my attraction to ancient art is that there is an element of risk, of speculation.
An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or it can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance for joy. . . . One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity.