Struggling to fit

This was the first painting I did after a lack of creativity that lasted 2 years.

I felt inspired. I wanted to show the irony that underlies the urge to fit in with something (the glass) you have done yourself (the glass is artificial, made by humans)

I liked it, but I was not yet conscious why that thought popped-up in my mind. Now, time passed by and this makes sense.

I have a short experience but artistic work has a strong, natural and revealing effect on us. Sometimes I feel I am holding a conversation with myself. And that amazes me.

I would love to read you: have you ever experienced such a sensation?