living in a box Painting

Water in liquid form can flow into even the smallest crack. Although its volume is solid, water easily adapts to any shape and energy. Enough of the everyday constriction, diving into the bath water and holding the air, the thoughts circle. Wouldn't I have been better...Or would I? Adapting at work, adapting in the family, in the circle of colleagues and friends. Even with the choice of words or even with the own thoughts we adapt ourselves. It's imperative to deliver an adapted image in the real or digital world. Adapted, never unreasonably honest. Adapted must be maintained. The adaptation penetrates into every crack of my body, my psyche and must be endured, even if poisoning. Diving down, weightless and breathless.