"Even when physical sight fades, true vision remains."

For Jesperish, vision was never limited to the physical act of seeing. Since childhood, the eye has been his portal to the world: the first gesture drawn, the silent companion in times of solitude, fear, or wonder. Not a mere symbol, but a living presence.

Much like Alex Grey, whose art visualizes spiritual energy and interconnectivity through the motif of the eye, Jesperish approaches vision as a revelation: an invisible network of emotions, memories, and intuitions.

His works in NETRA pulse with this sensibility. Each piece is not designed to describe the world, but to feel it. To be it.

In the sacred traditions of Egypt, the Eye of Horus protected the soul in its journey beyond death. In Christian iconography, the Eye of Providence surveilled the living with divine omniscience. In NETRA, however, the eye is neither judge nor guardian. It is a silent witness. A mirror held up not to the world, but to the self.

Jesperish's process begins with hand-drawing, a primal gesture rooted in touch, intuition, breath. Then, through digital painting, these primal visions are refined, layered, illuminated, and made eternal.

Parallel to Dalí’s surreal exploration of subconscious visions, Jesperish reveals dreams not through distortion, but through radical stillness. His eyes do not melt like clocks, they endure, they anchor.

At the heart of NETRA lies a poem: a chant to the silent longing of being truly seen. Here, words and visions converge:

NETRA

I wish we knew,

but we could not see,

not ourselves, not the way others saw us.

We reached for hands,

then pulled away,

chasing the reflections we hoped they'd find.

We wanted to be seen,

not just looked at.

We wanted to be known,

but did we know ourselves?

We ran, we fell, we broke,

yet the eyes around us never left.

Still, we wondered,

were we their image, or our own?

Some lose their sight,

some close their eyes.

Yet eyes always watch,

even when they stray.

We let each other go,

not because love faded,

but because love knows

when to witness,

and when to let go.

And so we walk away,

not lost, not abandoned,

but searching for the sight

that is truly ours.

For in the end,

we are all just reflections,

longing to be real.

And here are eye.

This poem vibrates through the collection like a whispered prayer. Each artwork is a stanza. Each glance is a memory unfolding.

"We are all living mirrors," writes Jesperish.

In a time when images multiply endlessly, scrolling, consuming, forgetting, NETRA demands a return to slowness. To intimacy. To sacred recognition.

Much like the visionaries before him, Grey, Dalí, and the ancient mystics, Jesperish uses the eye not as decoration, but as invocation. Not to watch, but to witness.

NETRA is not a gallery of works. It is a constellation of invitations. To stop. To see. To remember who we are when no one is looking.

"Reflecting. Remembering. Becoming."