When your family acts if you do not exist it is extremely liberating. It is natural to want approval from them concerning everything you do. As a child you bring home the clay pot that looks like crap, but you do not know that, and your parents do not see it as that. They look at it with big eyes and smile at you. You watch their reaction and think you are the freaking Picasso of lopsided clay creations.
By the time you are an adult you know their looks of judgment. You know the tone they speak to each other in when they disapprove of your new clay pot. While a piece of it will always reflect how you were raised, once into adulthood the creation is your own experiences. You can see endless colors reflecting as the sun drifts off to sleep, waking the night with purple and pink. Your clay becomes soaked in bright and bold. You are once again the Picasso of your creation. However they cannot see it, their color blindness allowing only the black and white to exist.