“Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. In that black or luminous space life lives, life dreams, life suffers.”
The window to me references home and body. The glass inside is the transparent membrane on which I can portray my introspections on the complex relationships I have with my family and myself.
When I was younger, my mother insisted that I should have a traditional life with family, marriage and motherhood at its core. Then, I thought it would keep me from being the person I wanted to be. But, now, I realize that, what I considered to be an intrusion is also what I value most in life.