Interpretation: I, as a woman, am trying to make sense of male power, represented by the bananas. I am making it fit in my world by using the fruit as floor tiles. Is this force a good thing, something I use to build the foundation of my house? Or do I reject it, making of it something all will step on? In any case it's clear I am not on a safe substrata, and it's likely I'll slip and fall.
