When I count the various interpretations of this picture, I realize it has taken a life of its own. I see a solace work of art, the canvas of an author that brings their thoughts to life without the written lines. Yet, I sense an unmistakable sentiment of sorrow every time this lonely soul, blending with the background on the center stage of the scenery, catches my attention.
The spotlight of this lonely stranger only highlights her isolation from the community of countless people unaware of her existence. I can’t identify her with real meaning: her face is hidden, her name is never revealed, and even her location is a complete mystery. Yet, I maintain a sentimental outlook for her condition. Her appearance just stands out from the rest of creation.
People are passengers roaming this world waiting for their destination, the curtain call of their mistakes absent from their lives. This image redeems the sorrows illustrated: even in the face of isolation, people still retain the humanity, concern, and self-worth that all of us are capable of revealing. It reconciles human suffering with the volition for human existence.
