This piece emerged from a curiosity about how a human identity is formed.
Not as one face —
but as many.
Every eye in this figure holds a different perspective.
Some are soft. Some are tired. Some are searching.
It made me think about how much of what we see is shaped by where we were born, what we were taught, what we were allowed to believe.
How systems, cultures, media, and now even algorithms slowly become part of how we look at the world.
And still — underneath all that — there is something deeply human.
A shared sensitivity.
A shared fear.
A shared hope.
While painting, it felt less like creating a person
and more like assembling fragments of a collective consciousness.
A reminder that we are not just individuals.
We are intersections.
Of history.
Of power.
Of memory.
Of possibility.
The yellow background felt like a contrast —
as if behind all the noise, there is something constant.
A space where flow is still possible.
Even in a world that often interrupts it.
Original artwork
Upcycled wooden cutting board
Approx. 45 cm
Acrylic & mixed media
Hand-painted
