You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are not too late.
You are simply—buried.
Buried under years of fear, forgetting, and trying to survive in a world that taught you to shrink.
But still, you are here.
And yet, you feel trapped—not by walls, but by the storm inside you.
A storm made of thoughts you didn’t ask for, patterns you didn’t choose, and stories you’ve believed for far too long.
The waves crash, the winds scream, and you sit inside a cage.
Not locked.
Not sealed.
But familiar. Safe, even.
A cage built of old memories and self-protection.
But today, something stirs.
You look down.
In your hand is a brush—shaking, but still yours.
Covered in colors that whisper of pain,
of hope,
of truth.
And still, you paint.
Why?
Because something deep inside you remembers:
The world outside mirrors the world within.
And if the storm began within you,
so too can the calm.
Every moment of insecurity,
every heartbreak,
every self-sabotage—
it wasn’t punishment.
It was a reflection.
A letter from your subconscious, begging to be rewritten.
You’ve told yourself,
“I’m not enough. I’m too much. I’ll always be alone.”
And so, life mirrored those beliefs.
Not because they were true—
but because you believed them.
But now,
you’re allowed to change the script.
You’re allowed to stop writing letters soaked in fear—and start sending messages of love,
of power,
of possibility.
Today, you pick up the brush again.
You paint not the storm, but the sunlight after it.
You paint the version of you that’s always been waiting:
bold,
beautiful,
whole.
And day by day,
stroke by stroke,
the cage dissolves.
Until one day, you see it clearly:
You were never the storm.
You were always the artist.
You were always the light.
So breathe.
Stand tall.
Paint a new beginning.
I see you.
I know you.
I love you.
BV.
DETAILS
Crafted as both a mirror and a metaphor,
this piece invites you to meet your own reflection—not just the one that eyes can see,
but the one that whispers beneath the surface.
Each mirror is 20x20 inches of presence and precision,
cut from museum-grade acrylic, chosen for its crystal clarity, lightness, and permanence.
Suspended on your wall, it becomes more than art—it becomes a quiet ritual,
a portal into the self.
Included with every piece:
+ Limited Edition Acrylic Mirror Print
+ 20x20in (50x50cm) square format
+ Premium Top-Grade Acrylic for luminous depth and visual purity
+ UV-protected, high-definition print with lasting clarity
+ Ready-to-hang mount — no framing required, it floats effortlessly
+ Strictly limited to 100 units only
+No reprints. Once gone, the Mirror is gone forever.
+Hand-numbered & signed Manuscript — a written mirror to the visual one
+ Includes a Certificate of Authenticity
This is not a mirror for decoration.
It is a mirror for remembering—
a still moment that reflects who you are,
and who you are becoming.
Each Mirror is crafted to order,
with care, intention, and precision.
Please allow 2–4 weeks for the creation of your piece—
a quiet process that cannot be rushed,
for what is made to last must first be made with presence.
Shipping times vary by destination,
and each parcel is sent with tracking and insurance,
so that from our hands to yours,
your Mirror travels safely—ready to meet you where you are.
As each edition is made uniquely for its recipient,
all sales are final. We do not offer refunds—
not out of policy, but out of respect
for the integrity and rarity of this offering.
TESTIMONIALS
“So I want you to know I received my first piece from you. I decided to hang it in my room right next to my bedroom, right where I can see it. Every time I look at it or read the words in the manuscript I cry. I'm having a hard time expressing in words what that designates with me. Thank you thank you thank you.” - Shelley
“You are a bright light in the dark world we are in. Thank you for putting your soul out there in a vulnerable space for those of us who can see the light to grasp and adore. Thank you for bringing warmth into my home for us to remember what's important. And above all else, thank you for creating the first piece that was actually a mirror to remember the journey I've been on and how I got here and why I'm here. I've never seen anything like it before.” - Amy
“Everything arrived perfectly—and both the manuscript and the piece are absolutely mind-blowing. Thank you a thousand times. I'm already thinking about the videos I'll make, and once I post them, I'll tag you if that is okay. Sending you a huge hug—You're a true legend.” - Hugo
“When I first saw my Mirror, I was speechless. It's not just a piece of art—it's a portal to a deeper understanding of myself. Every morning, as the light hits it differently, I see new layers of meaning. The manuscript that came with it feels like a personal letter from my future self. This isn't just decoration; it's a daily meditation, a constant reminder of who I am becoming.” - Sarah
BLOOMING
AN ARTWORK NOT MADE TO IMPRESS, BUT TO REMIND. A MIRROR THAT REFLECTS NOT YOUR FACE, BUT YOUR STORY, THE ONE YOU’VE BEEN TOLD, AND THE ONE YOU’RE READY TO REWRITE. EACH GLANCE BECOMES A WHISPER FROM WITHIN, CALLING YOU TO UNBURY THE SELF YOU ONCE HID AND BEGIN LIVING THE LIFE YOU WERE ALWAYS MEANT TO CREATE.
LETTERS TO THE SUBCONSCIOUS SPEAKS IN THE LANGUAGE OF FORGOTTEN TRUTHS, REVEALING THE CAGE YOU BUILT FROM OLD BELIEFS, INHERITED FEARS, AND STORIES THAT WERE NEVER YOURS. AND YET, WITH EVERY SILENT STARE, IT OFFERS SOMETHING RADICAL: THE PERMISSION TO BEGIN AGAIN. TO UNWRITE THE LIE. TO RECLAIM THE BRUSH. TO PAINT A LIFE THAT FINALLY FEELS LIKE YOUR OWN.
EDITION OF
100
TOTAL WIDTH (INCH)
40'
TOTAL HEIGHT (INCH)
40'
MOUNTING
Ready-To-Hang
SIGNATURE
Hand Signed and Numbered
INCLUSIONS
The Certified Manuscript The Key of Sanctuary
A message from Benjamin Viulet
My heart commands my hands to bring these Mirrors to life, and so, I must oblige. For by essence itself, you are perfect in your own uniqueness, and there is only one thing these Mirrors were ever meant to reflect: you.
Oh—not your mind, not your persona, not your fears, not your excuses—you.
Your Truth. Your Essence.
The forgotten, perfect self that is there, awaiting to be remembered.
Yes, my hands may be the crafters of these pieces, but they were always meant for you.
So quiet the intellect, and as you gaze upon your true reflection, let the inner parts—forgotten under years of externally imposed fears—scream.
And in hearing that shout, the light of awareness reaches the depths of your forgotten shadows.
And the Mirror has finally done its part.
Welcome home.