The villagers said they were totally devoted to each other and the family. But each had secrets. As the sun lighted the fabrics, fruit and hand-made wares of the market, one of them was watching out of the corner of her eye for a stranger. The other focused on the color that bounced off the knife that flashed in her hand. She was the quiet one. Her sister plotted. The two wrapped themselves in the desire to flee, to be free, to have more, to be saved. The obsessions grew minute by minute in intensity. The market swayed in wet wind. The odor of hot oil from frying fish in a food stall was pungent with garlic. Wind swept over the crowd and fell like a blanket over the two sisters. The would never escape. But only because they wanted to so badly that they were blind to the seconds that flashed before their eyes like minnows in a stream.
24″×36″ acrylic on tyvek paper John Fish 2010. Inspired by photos taken in Thailand by M. Rhodes.