Wander into the eyes of At Chan, 85, Cambodian. He sits in a stone doorframe of an ancient Angkorian temple where he sells four wooden elephants and a single bowed instrument.

At the doorstep I sit in his presence, escaping the beating sun and listening to him strum. The information exchanged is limited, but the moments shared are rich in communication.

When I look at his portrait, taken from little more than a foot away, my mind is gently escorted to another place; sloping down the creases of his forehead, along the eyebrows and around the eyes, pausing and gazing, I move along his right neck muscle into a bay of soft focus. The current pulls me around the back, down his left shoulder and out into an expansive sea. I am floating in emptiness. The fabric jerks me back and I am left in the intensity of his gaze... before gently slipping away again.

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