The full pile of boats held forlornly over the genital area. Is perhaps the central picture of the set? The complete set of boats covering the central point of nakedness. That which is completely seen and that which is invisible take on equal importance. I feel there is a pain there. I cannot continue.
Its like looking a something through a mist or ether, or through time into another moment, another place. There is a loneliness and pain or alone-ness and longing in the skill with which have arranged everything as if it had the sensuality of the most delicate of flowers or creatures. The pile of paper boats gives the drama a finality, even if the story itself is not finished.