My concentration is views of life from a posturpedic perspective. The loneliness of mornings in contrast to the euphoria when one gets to share their bed (innocently, JAQI!) It's a work-in-progress and I need to get a large spoon to dig out the emotional subconscious, but I love it entirely.

Part of my concentration. Intended to depict loneliness, a lack of self esteem, and being lost within ones own skin. The lack of face is intentional; a faceless emotion.

Another aspect of the concentration; represents a more confident person who is more comfortable to be alone. A progressive self-worth, though still faceless.

This is part of the concentration in the contrast spectrum; heart boxers for Valentine's Day and the codependency, though still faceless. Who is to say that their connection is pure?
If you notice, they go, sequentially, from alone and scared, to alone and confident, to a relationship. This is because the foundation of my concentration is that one must love his or herself before they can love another wholly.
So how's the maternal life, Timko?