My concentration is a visual representation of the coping process as experienced by me.
The pieces go from far away and distant to up close and personal until there is no longer a face in the picture by the last piece. The pieces start out very bright or explosive or deep, and they become tighter, more controlled, and more focused on the visage. The first few pieces represent the feeling of seclusion and the desire to immediately extract myself from the situation somehow. Then they progress into harmful acts of lashing out and thinking to much. Then the feeling gets more choking and cold followed by, once more, a burst of anger. Although it's still not truly a finished process, the pieces end with a realization that things have changed, the kind of realization that makes your head go static, and a feeling of being grounded, but still unstable.
