Grief

In my last semester of college, I was told to make a monochromatic piece with repeating shapes and nonfigurative imagery. I followed most of the guidelines, but incorporated one repeating figurative object - an eye. My mind was in a great sense of grief. I was still reeling from losing my dad, diagnosed with bipolar disorder possibly caused by the grief and lost my sister around that time. The eye is the window into the soul and if you saw into my eyes, you would have seen pain, depression and grief.