Listening to "Fake Plastic Tree" while starting this, which works in favor of the critique, let me tell you!
First, I want to talk about this as a pure image, divorced from any context or medium or even size, etc. From that perspective, it is very powerful: "if I could be who you wanted all the time" indeed. I'm drawn into the space within the work. I want to climb the orange and get lost in the red. I hold on tight so I won't slip into the vortices, fall through the negative space.
I'm not being playful for its own sake here: I'm talking about the way a good strong abstract can take the willing viewer on a journey, and this piece does that for me.
But here is the drawback for me. Un problème existentiel: où et comment elle existe en dehors de mon écran? Ne comprenez-vous?
It is likely my problem -- a problem with perception. But does the image have physical substance -- dimensions and so forth -- that I can ascribe to it in my imagination?