Seen

The stripes arrive before the eye does, bending outward like heat off a road. Then the iris resolves, gold and ringed and wide open, and the spiral becomes a way of looking rather than a pattern. It does not blink first.

A retro psychedelic op-art print of a single eye inside radiating stripes, in forest green, cream and gold.

Hangs well in a hallway, a bar, or beside a record shelf.