The central theme of my concentration is my fears and worries, crystallised in the embodiment of hands in wax. I hate my hands. For the longest time I've seen what others could do with their hands, while mine kept still. They do nothing but wish and wish and wish, but do absolutely nothing. I want new hands, so I tried to make some new ones. These hands carry my regret and desire, and are the symbol of my failure.
Pictures 1-2 symbolise my desire to open up to other people. Opening up to others is a painful experience, as I am naturally suspicious of anyone. Pictures 3-4 represent my envy of others and what they possess. This isn't a fierce envy, this is instead like a smoldering jealousy of what they have, but intermixed with sloth. Pictures 5-6 represent my greed. This is a flaming greed, a fire that wishes to take all and leave none. Picture 7 represents my want to be social. Unfortunately, I am unable to be in social situation due to my sensitivity toward background noise, and can only talk with a few people at a time. Pictures 8 is a depiction of my want for charisma. I feel so frustrated every time I talk with someone, since my shy demeanour prevents most conversation. If only I could speak with confidence in front of others...... Pictures 9-10 is my desire to protect the things that I love, or more specifically, the desire to have something to protect. I really don't have anything that I hold dear. I really want to care for something that I love. Pictures 11 shows the utter clutter that I'm drowning in. I stuff my life with ridiculous and trivial things, often doing so until I'm swamped with problems. Pictures 12 is me. I'm tired. I want to be out, but I'm hurt. I'm trapped in this box, but this box protects me. Help.