This work is highly abstract, as befits the feeling of anxiety. The work's contour in general seems to imply a til, and the central black figure with white dust speckles inside of it does seem to have eyes, and is leaning back on that recline. But its eyes are open, and watery, and weak of shape; no part of this image is truly at peace, all of it restless, waiting for something to happen despite its benign color palette.