The idea behind this is that the painting is filled with my feelings, I'm trying escape from my feelings but I can't. I'm beeying stuck cause someone's holding me back. That person feels like a real love, but in reality she puts me on a shelf and keeps me for herself. While I get nothing from her. A painting is fake, but looks so real sometimes, So does love. The person looks like my real love, but in fact she isn't. She's my fake plastic love.

*trompe l'oeil: A style of painting that gives an illusion of photographic reality.