With “Your blue eyes watch me fail, again”, I confront one of the deepest and least spoken fears: the awareness of disappointing those who love us, and the guilt of doing so repeatedly over time. At the center of the canvas, two vast and penetrating eyes — my father’s eyes — gaze at the viewer. In their reflections appears the suspended figure of a hanged man — myself —: not the depiction of an event, but the materialization of a condition.

The work establishes a dialogue between the observer and the observed. The eyes become a metaphor for family, society, and the emotional legacy that shapes and transforms us. The reflected body is not a final act, but a recurring symbol of self-sabotage, failure, and unmet expectations. It is myself, but also every individual who has ever experienced the feeling of “not being enough.”

The painting confronts the viewer with my most fragile intimacy, and does so with a gaze that asks not for forgiveness, but for understanding.

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