14th December 2014, Prismacolor pencils on A3 cartridge paper
The names and labels people give us, and that we give ourselves, can often limit us. They can put us in a box and make us forget we are more than our boxes.
The words on the blue box are the words I grew up with. The labels aren’t necessarily a bad thing to be but they became a box. The labels meant that I kept a smile on my face even if I was sad, I let people speak for me, and I felt pressure to always get good grades.
I never knew I was in a box, though, until I started doing new things and going against expectations. I started to express my emotions, speak up, and try things I could fail at. Instead of my world falling apart like I feared it would, my world expanded and became full of possibilities. It showed me that the names and labels weren’t my identity; they were just a box. They placed limits around me and held me back. They told me who I was and who I would always be, but now I’m learning I’m more than a box.
A box is safe, comfortable, predictable and easy, but I want to step out of my box because I am not my box. A big part of being able to step out of my box is to stop putting others in boxes. Because if I put others in boxes, it means I put myself in one too. I want to see people for who they really are, and I want to let people see me for who I really am. I don’t want to see the box because the box makes the person invisible.
There is a world inside every person but we don’t always see it. We just see four walls. I want to take off my box glasses, open the door, and step out of the box.
Note: Apologies for the poor picture quality. If you click on the artwork you’ll be able to see it clearer.