This isn't about art. It's about the part of you that's been stuck underwater—waiting to choose.
i couldn't stop staring at it. the words pierced something inside me—especially the line about grief laughing in your chest. i knew that voice. i had lived with it for years. this artwork made me confront everything i'd buried. i tattooed the war within on my arm. not as decoration—but as a vow. i'll never forget again.
there is a war inside you.
you already know this.
not the kind that shouts—
the kind that waits.
that bleeds quietly.
that you carry everywhere, even when you smile.
the mind always speaks first
"stay here."
"be smart."
"stay where applause is guaranteed."
it makes sense.
and god, how much you've tried to make sense.
you've folded yourself into logic
so many times
you forgot what your shape used to be.
but sense is not the same as peace.
and you know that too.
then comes the beat
it doesn't speak.
it shakes.
it burns.
it aches.
it doesn't tell you what to do—
it asks if you remember.
"is this really it?"
"is this the life you promised yourself?"
you hear it.
but it doesn't come with proof.
only a pulse.
a rawness.
a pull.
but fear is fluent
"you don't have enough money."
"they'll leave."
"you'll fail."
it's convincing, isn't it?
how it sounds like your voice.
how it uses your mother's tone.
your father's silence.
your culture's shame.
so what now?
do you choose the voice that kept you safe—
or the one that never stopped shaking?
do you honor the traditions
that built your prison—
or the feeling
you've buried beneath decades of being "reasonable"?
there's no right answer here.
only one that leaves you dead while breathing,
and one that burns everything you thought you were.
you already know which one you're avoiding.
and maybe—
it's time to ask yourself why.
choose now.
because if you don't—
you will wake in ten years
and not recognize your own reflection.
you will hear a voice laugh in your chest,
and it will not be joy.
it will be grief.
grief for all the songs you never sang.
grief for all the oceans you never swam.
grief for the self you exiled
in the name of being acceptable.
but if you leap—
you will not land where you think.
you will land where you've always belonged:
in the center of your own becoming.
raw. unplanned. infinite.
not a product of perfection,
but a testimony of truth.
so go.
not because it's easy.
but because your soul is already halfway there,
screaming at the edge of your ribcage:
"i didn't come here to watch.
i came here to burn."
i love you,
Benjamin Viulet
i didn't cry when i saw it—i froze. because that's what i've been doing my whole life: floating in the middle. never choosing. never letting go of either rope. this image? it didn't speak. it accused. and i knew, immediately, that my indecision was the most violent choice i'd ever made.
For tomorrow never arrives,
and so the journey is all that truly exists.
This was the process of creation,
the beauty,
the "Blooming"
that gave birth to this Mirror.
the moment i saw the boy underwater, holding both the brain and the heart, i felt my entire body scream. i realized that was me. has always been me. trying to keep both happy. trying not to drown. this isn't an image. it's a mirror. a warning. a memory of the moment before you finally choose.
“Let it hang in your home as more than a decoration. Let it hang as a daily reminder.
As a Mirror to your soul.”
Limited Edition Acrylic Mirror Print
Ready-to-hang mount included — no framing required.
Hand-numbered & signed Manuscript
i stared at it and felt 15 again. the first time i betrayed what i truly wanted just to be 'smart.' now i'm 38. and still holding both ropes. i don't know what changed, but this artwork tore something open. it didn't tell me what to do. it reminded me that i'm the one who's been waiting-
i see your war.
i feel your silence.
i love you anyway.
let this not be your escape—
let this be the moment you finally choose.
Benjamin Viulet
Everything you need to know about The War Within. Can't find what you're looking for? Email us at management@viulet.com
It is a 20x20in acrylic mirror artwork, created to reflect not your face—but your essence. It comes with a signed manuscript that holds its full meaning.
It means this isn't just decoration. This is a daily reminder of who you are—and who you're becoming. It reflects not your image, but your inner landscape.
It is both. A premium-grade acrylic mirror that reflects you—and at the same time, a fine art piece printed with photographic precision. It's functional, but sacred.
You'll receive: • The Mirror artwork • A hand-numbered & signed manuscript (its meaning) • A Certificate of Authenticity
It's a printed letter—the full text of The War Within, signed and numbered by Benjamin Viulet. It carries the soul of the piece. Many collectors say it moved them as deeply as the image itself.
No. The War Within stands alone. It is the first and only creation of its kind. Future Mirrors will exist—but this one will never return.
Yes—but never this one again. Viulet is currently creating new Mirrors, but each will carry its own story, form, and soul. This is your chance to own the first.
Yes, you can claim your Mirror with flexible payment options via Affirm or Klarna at checkout (subject to availability in your country).
It comes ready to hang, with a discreet and elegant mount on the back. No framing required.
Not at all. It's crafted from lightweight yet durable acrylic, and the included mount makes it easy to place on any wall—no tools or framing needed.
Yes. Many place it in their bedroom, meditation corner, or hallway—where it greets them in moments of silence. Just avoid direct, harsh sunlight for long hours to protect its clarity over time.
Absolutely. Therapists, coaches, and healers have written to share how the Mirror supports their work. It creates presence. It invites depth.
We assign each Mirror based on order timing. If you have a special number with meaning to you, write us after purchasing—we'll try to honor it if still available.
Absolutely. Just make sure to input their name and shipping address at checkout. You can even include a personal message—we'll handwrite it for you.
Each Mirror is packaged with the highest care—UV-protected, impact-resistant, and sealed. We ship worldwide with tracking and insurance. Your story will arrive intact.
Delivery times depend on your location, but most orders arrive within 3–5 weeks. You'll receive tracking as soon as it ships.
Of course. You can email us directly at management@viulet.com — we're here for you.