This version gets under my skin. The fetus in the jar, the sofa where she's resting, part of the wall and floor, even some light reflections on her partially are of the same color. To me it's as if she's being absorbed because of that fetus in the jar; may it be a loss or may it be the longing for a child. Your artwork (not only this one) has an intriguing athmosphere. As a watcher I get caught by it and don't want to leave. Your style is great.