I always did enjoy painting faces with piercing eyes. There is something unnerving about them that makes you question who is really looking back at you? A made up character? My inner self? Or an ancient spirit that wanted me to capture them on paper? The last one might seem far fetched, but once a lady came crying to me saying I had painted her dead mother… So, I guess we will never know who stares back at you once I have applied the final colour.