A Timeless Gaze

They all stare back at me – I feel – with a degree of shame or regret... No one knows exactly what they are thinking. Some wear a smile of triumph perhaps knowing that their protest has been fruitful. Others are stunned in a moment of realization that they’ve been caught making a grave mistake. Even the children or teenagers look concerned.

Ultimately, fifty-nine, women, and children are singled out. They are mostly likely unknown to the photographers who captured them among the masses they photographed. It seems that their gaze has been waiting for my eyes for decades, filtering through a multitude of lenses and eyes before reaching me. They wanted to be recorded in history by a camera, and I tried to honor their desire for immortality.