In the society we live in, we are taught to suppress our emotions, conditioning us to divorce our outer worlds from our inner worlds. The Japanese have perfected this form of control more than any other culture I have witnessed, carefully guarding their inner lives with fierce protection.
When I spotted the woman crying quietly on a crowded Nagoya subway train I decided to draw her blind, using only a continuous line to capture her fleeting emotion quickly and conspicuously. The line is true to the movement in that moment; I kept my eyes focused on her without looking down at my moving hand. Like the woman, the line moves quickly and is left imperfect and uncontrolled.
I placed the line upon an old postcard, a medium which I see as a very personal form of communication in itself; a moment of someone's life captured on paper in haste, yet open for the world to see, should they choose to look.