And slowly my interest in portraits rise. Faces started to seems important to me. Ever stare at a face, faking the smile. It’s literally hard for me to hold that smile. It comes for a second with all the other memories and starts to weigh on my lips, which they couldn’t hold.
A face mix with the smile and pain. Or a face hiding all the pain with plain smile.
They are not just any faces. Watch again they are a complete story, a puzzle, suspense. You have to be patient in order to understand them. You have to stay!
Then you will hear a story of possibilities and probabilities, a climax that you can’t imagine.
The waves of pain, sound of happiness, the sound of the silence and the dried eyes.
You will know what it takes to hear someone and what it feels to be heard by someone.