Part I. Sensing

Sonnet CXLVIII Transbliterated (015)

Shakespeare

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgement fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s: no,
How can it? O! how can Love’s eye be true,
That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
    O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,
    Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

Transbliteration

Such eyes
Fill my own

It can't be true
	This world in an iris

I can think only in hues
	Is it wrong to see only this?
	Would it be wrong to dote upon colored contacts?

Your eyes
Fill my own
	The world in an iris
		A world of hues

Does love mean anything?

I know your eyes are not as sure as mine
	How could it be otherwise?
	Love's eyes are true
		Even when they blink and weep


	It is no marvel
You're surprised by the sun's warmth
	Despite the troubled sky

Love is perceptive
	Seeing through the tears as one might through the rain

Love is closer than it appears

Sculptures

From line 0: “Such minimalist eyes Fill my own It can't be true This world in an minimalist eye's iris”
From line 1: “I can think only in hues Is it wrong to see only this?”
From line 3: “Your stylized eyes Fill my own The world in an virtual iris A world of hues”
From line 5: “I know your symoblic eyes are not as sure as mine How could it be otherwise?”
From line 7: “You're surprised by the stylized sun's warmth Despite the troubled stylized sky”
From line 8: “Love is perceptive Seeing through the tears as one might through the rain”