The painting tells the story of how a tyrannical father treated me harshly and humiliatingly as a child, causing me to suffer from social anxiety. My father forbade me from interacting with women; no matter what I said or did, my father deemed it unsatisfactory, leading to fear and silence. Additionally, I faced bullying from others due to this behavior. It was horrible, and I changed to say something and be funny, but I was like the painting illustrates a living mask; it was hard because I was terribly scared, I had a severe depression later in life, I didn't understand my life, and I got psychologist help; however, no one in my life has been loving and would tell me about life. If there was love, then my life would have been better. I'd be with women because it's enjoyable and nice to kiss, hug, and have sex. I would also be myself no matter who I was with because I am sweet, loving, and honest. Therefore, love is of utmost importance, demonstrating through love symbols that we should not be selfish, mean, and decisive like my father but rather true, loving, and ourselves. I particularly observe men, who often wear a façade of dishonesty and lack self-awareness, fearing emotions and feelings of inadequacy. They strive to project a cool and decisive demeanor to blend in and prevent any perception of inferiority. However, if they were genuinely sweet and loving, they would not be frightened of feelings or perceived as inferior, and they would not aspire to be selfish, evil, and decisive like my father. Instead, shedding their living mask and embracing themselves would be more appealing. I painted the insects because they are animals that do not have to live a hard-working life where everything must be so perfect; they live simply, in the moment, are themselves, and are therefore less afraid, which is a way of life for living beings to feel good.
