Family of Eyes
When I was a teenager, anxiety never really had a name. I knew the feeling well and I remember painting it – the original piece from years ago was a pair of big eyes and bright colors staring back at the viewer.
When I created "Family of Eyes," it was me reliving that childhood anxiety, but from a different place. I had become aware of how trauma was impacting my way of being and began to address it head-on. This piece represents confronting my anxiety, finally giving it a name and a place in my life to serve me rather than me serving it.
The numerous eyes rendered in vibrant hues of red, green, yellow, and pink gaze out from a dark, mysterious background – each one representing a different aspect of that hypervigilant state I knew so well. The swirling lines and intense colors suggest the movement and emotion of anxiety, but also the power that comes from finally looking back at what's been looking at you.
This piece is about the shift from being watched by your fears to watching them yourself. It's about recognizing that all those eyes – all that anxious observation – could become a source of awareness and strength instead of overwhelm. Sometimes we have to face our family of fears to understand they're not the enemy, just misguided protectors who never learned when to rest.
When I was a teenager, anxiety never really had a name. I knew the feeling well and I remember painting it – the original piece from years ago was a pair of big eyes and bright colors staring back at the viewer.
When I created "Family of Eyes," it was me reliving that childhood anxiety, but from a different place. I had become aware of how trauma was impacting my way of being and began to address it head-on. This piece represents confronting my anxiety, finally giving it a name and a place in my life to serve me rather than me serving it.
The numerous eyes rendered in vibrant hues of red, green, yellow, and pink gaze out from a dark, mysterious background – each one representing a different aspect of that hypervigilant state I knew so well. The swirling lines and intense colors suggest the movement and emotion of anxiety, but also the power that comes from finally looking back at what's been looking at you.
This piece is about the shift from being watched by your fears to watching them yourself. It's about recognizing that all those eyes – all that anxious observation – could become a source of awareness and strength instead of overwhelm. Sometimes we have to face our family of fears to understand they're not the enemy, just misguided protectors who never learned when to rest.