Juliana. Freedom. Wind in my hair

Portraits are the face of eternity. You look at it, it looks at you… Their eternal mystery excites our souls, while we don’t care about them at all. There is something divine in them, while we are nothing but miserable mortals, fussy and restless, tormented by doubts, choked by sorrows, deceived by love… Their eyes look at us through a great unperturbed nothingness… We may have been one of them, but they will never be one of us. We are as fluid as a river, and they are as motionless as shores… They have already known and experienced what we have yet to know and experience…