Doña Chona seems tired but she isn’t frightened. And by frightened I mean the frightened you see deep in the eyes of most human beings. A frightened that hides itself well. A frightened that quietly shouts its assumption of isolation, and of loneliness.

I shot this film in Guatemala, and subsequently worked out the meaning of this extraordinary encounter whilst spinning in the depths of a dream and drinking strong coffee.

Now I imagine the possibility for such encounters to exist everywhere.
And always.