Another Set of Eyes begins with a phrase so familiar it disappears: "I'm happy to be another set of eyes." We say it reflexively, as an act of generosity. But sit with the words long enough and something shifts. What are you actually offering? This painting lives in that moment of recognition.

A woman's face is rendered in mauve rather than flesh, creating distance from identity and inviting something more archetypal. The lower half disappears and what remains is a gaze. Her eyes look upward, only partially rendered. Above them, set into her forehead, is a second pair of eyes, more fully rendered, meeting the viewer directly. These are the offered eyes. They are almost alien, yet part of her.

The piece asks what it means to offer yourself so casually. To give away something deeply bodily, wrapped in the language of a small favor. There is something almost beautiful in how strange it sounds. Something worth pausing on. The casual generosity, the unexamined gift of self, made strange by looking too closely at what the words actually say.