I made this piece because I wanted to make something burnished, almost tacky, but still beautiful. Something that would damage your look at life. And then it became surrealistic again. This happens to me a lot if I make something, no matter whether it is a story, a poem or a picture. Inside me lives a surrealistic view of things, especially my look at people in general. I always try to show the inside of the person in the picture—their unreal world that keeps them there. So, with this girl, I see a world of magical things, and they keep her away from reality. No man can reach her, yet.