I had a dream over a decade ago and it has stuck with me because it was so vivid and frankly scared me. This looks like you have taken the scene out of my head and drew it. In my dream I was in a bathroom just like this jars and all, sitting in the tub full of poison from the jars and the tags from the jars had by that point worn off and were floating in the tub with me. I was just sitting there watching my cousin standing in front of the sink slicing her skin off with a sharpened eye pencil and through the open door I could see these evil little grey elf type creatures carrying huge silver trays filled with my family's body parts to the oven. It's funny that after all this time the dream still scares me. I just wanted to share this with you for some weird reason and because art invokes different emotions so just wanted to tell you mine.
Please tell me that's not what I think it is in the trash can! lol Seriously though... I love this... and I have no idea of course what the story is about yet but I love the fact that she has her clothes on in the bathtub... this has a very howard hughes feel to it and I am very interested! Great piece!