It's not only artworks whose eyes 'follow you around the room' that look back at you but everything, every object in your world that is an other and a commentary on your being, on your insertion in that world and your entitlement. Every object, as an object of yours, does so in a different way, every object has a story and an intent towards you, and in the end this is because you don't know what it is to see, or to be in the realised possibility of perception, of a going out and a coming back.