The Spectator & Woman Through the Window

Through the window was a woman who sat alone with her dinner. Her thoughts appeared to have power over her. Her movement. Her gaze. It was enthralling. She had no phone in sight. Not a book. Not a paper. It was just her, her food, her company. I wondered what her mind had to say if anything at all. I was drawn to her. I saw a woman who had lived, who knew pain, who survived. 

In this journey of mine, as an artist, I find myself falling more in love with the complexities of the human condition. There is so much pain, misunderstanding, joy and sadness, ease, play, unawareness, awareness, all so compelling. An observer, I see so many stories. Some are nearly impossible to decipher, but my mind tells them anyway. ​

All of us. While we share moments, we live our lives separately. Our thoughts can be shared, but many we choose to hold deeply because they are ours. We cross each other on the streets without a glance. We share the commonality that we are part of the same race. We live in the same world. And yet we are strangers to each other. ​

It’s quite perplexing how close and distant we are from one another. How groups create the division in which we settle into without knowing the other end or even becoming aware of the in between.  ​

So many lives I will never know. I will never meet.

By capturing moments like these (Woman Through the Window), in some way, I feel part of it all. It helps me remember, I am not alone.

portrait of Jessica G Ferrer by Abimael Linares

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written by Jessica G Ferrer
Woman Through the Window images by Jessica G Ferrer