Faces of the Crowd

So many faces. So many eyes.
Yet no one truly seeing.

Blue against pink. Red against yellow. Edge against edge.
Close enough to touch. Far enough to disappear.

Every eye looks a different direction
searching. Watching. Waiting for someone to finally look back.

In the crowd, never alone. Never more lonely.

“A thousand faces. Still, no one knows your name.”

Object number

001.05.04