Sad

By a reason not totally understable to me, I see this photo not as a realistic image, even as metaphore. The woman represents the angsty who habits to human being...this angsty that doesnt "politically correct" to exhibit in public, neither front the mirror because we know that our body is the favourite place of the demons of this time.

Angsty -the feeling more appreciated in the imaged- is equal to shame...and the shame could be hide in a dark room....and the dark room -our interior- is not precisely a clean please: Our interior has damp walls about to collapse...has a little window that looks as a deathtrap. Impossible to run away. We are our own trap...Our own grave....and the metallic gray of the tone reflex this quiet desesperation. Even the woman seems scream, I only listen....silence. Silence. Silence. But a silence who cuts....a silence that hurts deeply. I have cried to this amazing photo. Is so, so far of the beauty, and, at same time, the reflex of the genuine beauty of a tortured human being.

I apologize for my Bad English. Thanks