The background colours remind me of anxious and hasty feelings that strike all of us sometimes. The woman is wearing them on her sweater like a second skin, maybe she's too wrapped up in them. Her gaze is averted - she doesn't seem interested in meeting the eyes of the observer.

The way we see ourselves might be completely different from what it really is.

Sometimes being surrounded by everyone is the loneliest, because you’ll realize you have no one to turn to.

Great composition, also like the contrast in the blues.

I don’t know to whom this disapproval is directed but I bet she needs a hug

I see myself in one of my past lives. We’re all the ghosts of someone else.

This gives me this feeling of loosing all individuality because everything already exists and there is nothing really new. Not Even your thoughts because everything you are thinking has already been thought By endless other people. It feels like everything is a grey mass were you are only an incredible small part of and nobody will ever see you. There will only be people who look in your direction and see another grey particle like everyone else.

The psyches and souls of humans also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.