BLINDED BY TRUTH.
HAUNTED BY ILLUSION.
SAVED BY NOTHING.

This artwork stares back harder than you ever could. It’s not about admiration — it’s obsession dressed as attention. The phrase “My Eyes On You” is both a warning and a confession. It captures a culture of surveillance, of being watched not out of love, but out of control, suspicion, and fear.

The faces in the painting are partially erased, censored, blinded, or marked — and yet the eyes persist. They float, peek, spy — claiming territory over the soul. The viewer becomes both the target and the stalker. You feel exposed even as you observe.

There’s no romance here — only power dynamics. This is what it looks like when looking becomes a threat. In this world, to be seen is to be stripped, decoded, archived. This isn’t intimacy. It’s interrogation.