“According to a recent survey, men say the first thing they notice about a woman is their eyes, and women say the first thing they notice about men is they’re a bunch of liars.”
I chuckled upon reading that. I do notice eyes, and I find it difficult painting them. You have to forget "eye," and think in terms of shapes, and then you have to consider that the iris needs that little tiny bit of white left for the shine. The pupils aren’t really round, if you look closely at the eyelid surrounding it. Then, there’s the placement of the eyebrow, and how do you try to communicate that without it looking as if you just drew a line there? And it occurs to me this person doesn't have any eyelashes at all.
On my driver's license, I’ve selected the “organ donor” category. I grew up in a family of readers, and everyone wore glasses excepting for me. I always had crystal-clear vision and could see for miles. I rationalized that someone could really benefit from my eyes one day after I’m gone. As I’ve aged, though, I’m now realizing I really need glasses for reading, or I’m blind as a bat. Maybe it’s computers that have done it to me. Sadly, whoever gets these eyes isn’t going to get them in their prime.
“Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.”